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A Year Book 

Of Quotations 



From the writings of 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 



"With spaces for Autog^f aphs 
and Records 



New York ^-^r' 

Thomas Whittaker 

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Copyright, 1896, by 
Thomas Whittaker. 



January 



CARE AND MELANCHOLY 

Hence away, begone, begone, 

Carking care and melancholie! 

Think ye thus to govern me 
All my life long, as ye have done? 
That shall ye not, I promise ye; 

Reason shall have the masterie. 
So hence away, begone, begone, 

Carking care and melancholie! 

If ever ye return this way. 
With your mournful company, 

A eurse be on ye, and the day 

That brings ye moping back to me! 

Hence away, begone, I say, 
Carking care and melancholie! 



January t 



Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not 
back again. Wisely improve the Present. It is thine. 
Go forth to meet the shadowy Future without fear, 
and with a manly heart. 



HYPERION. 



January 2 



Life is real! Life is earnest! 

And the grave is not its goal; 
Dust thou art, to dust returnest, 

Was not spoken of the soul. 

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! 

Let the dead Past bury its dead! 
Act— act in the living Present! 

Heart within, and God o'erhead! 

A PSALM OF LIFE. 



January 3 



He was a valiant youth, and his face, like the face 

of the morning. 
Gladdened the earth with its light, and ripened 

thought into action. 

EVANGELINE. 



January i 



January 2 



January 3 



January 4 



And when the wintry tempest blows, 
And January's sleets and snows 

Are spread o'er every vale and hill, 
With one to tell a merry tale 
O'er roasted nuts and humming ale, 
I sit, and care not for the gale; 

And let the world laugh, an' it will. 

LET ME GO WARMc 



January 5 

Thus from the distant past the history of the hu- 
man race is telegraphed from generation to genera- 
tion, through the present, to all succeeding ages. 

OUTRE-MER. 



January 6 

There is no light in earth or heaven 

But the cold light of stars; 
And the first watch of night is given 

To the red planet Mars. 

THE LIGHT OF STARS. 



January 4 



January 5 



January 6 



January 7 

Oh! though oft depressed and lonely, 

All my fears are laid aside 
If I but remember only 

Such as these have lived and died. 

FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS. 



January 8 

And ever faster fell the snow, a roaring torrent 
from those mountainous clouds. . . . Thus the even- 
ing set in; and Winter stood at the gate wagging 
his white and shaggy beard, like an old harper chant- 
ing an old rhyme: " How cold it is! how cold it is! " 

HYPERION. 



January 9 



Thou comest between me and those books too often! 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 



Ah, what a wondrous thing it is 
To note how many wheels of toil 
One thought, one word, can set in motion! 

THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP. 



January 7 



January 8 



January 9 



January tO 

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of 
exquisite music. 

EVANGEUNE. 



Thou speakest truly, poet! and methinks 
More hearts are breaking in this world of ours 
Than one would say. 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 



January M 

God sent his Singers upon earth 
With songs of sadness and of mirth, 
That they might touch the hearts of men, 
And bring them back to heaven again. 

THE SINGERS. 



January J 2 

I venerate old age; and I love not the man who 
can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, 
when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the 
watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow 
broader and deeper upon the understanding! 

OUTRE-MER. 
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January \0 



January U 



January 12 



— January iZ 



Every twig and shrub, with its sheath of crystal, 
flashed in the level rays of the rising sun. 

OUTRE-MER. 

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; 
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; 
Thy fate is the common fate of all; 
Into each life some rain must fall. 
Some days must be dark and dreary. 

THE RAINY DAY. 



January H 



Where, twisted round the barren oak, 
The summer vine in beauty clung, 

And summer winds the stillness broke, 
The crystal icicle is hung. 

WOODS IN WINTER. 



January \5 



As the palm-tree standeth so straight and so tall. 
The more the hail beats, and the more the rains fall. 

ANNIE OF THARAW. 

The talent of success is nothing more than doing 
what you can do well, and doing well whatever you 
do without a thought of fame, 

HYPERION. 
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January 13 



January H 



January i5 



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January \6 

I saw, as in a dream sublime, 
The balance in the hand of Time. 
O'er East and West its beam impended; 
And day, with all its hours of light. 
Was slowly sinking out of sight. 
While, opposite, the scale of night 
Silently with the stars ascended. 

THE OCCULT ATION OF ORION. 



January \7 



Then read from the treasured volume 

The poem of thy choice. 
And lend to the rhyme of the poet 

The beauty of thy voice. 

And the night shall be filled with music. 
And the cares that infest the day 

Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, 
And as silently steal away. 

THE DAY IS DONE. 



January J 8 



Here Hans Sachs, the cobbler-poet, laureate of the 

gentle craft. 
Wisest of the Twelve Wise Masters, in huge folios 

sang and laughed. 

NUREMBERG. 



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January t7 



January iZ 



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January \9 

" Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares, 

Of earth and folly born!" 
Solemnly sang the village choir 

On that sweet Sabbath morn. 

A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE. 



January 20 

I first saw Venice by moonlight. ... A thousand 
lamps glittered from the square of St. Mark and 
along the water's edge. Above rose the cloudy 
shapes of spires, domes, and palaces, emerging from 
the sea; and occasionally the twinkling lamp of a 
gondola darted across the water like a shooting star, 
and suddenly disappeared as if quenched in the wave. 

OUTRE-MER. 



January 2 J 



Noiseless as a feather or a snowflake falls, did her 
feet touch the earth. 

HYPERION. 

Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient and simple and 
childlike. 

EVANGELINE. 
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January t9 



January 20 



January 2i 



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January 22 

Those college days! I ne'er shall see the like! 

I had not buried then so many hopes! 

I had not buried then so many friends! 

I've turned my back on what was then before me; 

And the bright faces of my young companions 

Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more. 

THE SPANISH STUDENT, 



January 23 

A foolish world is prone to laugh in public at 
what in private it reveres as one of the highest im- 
pulses of our nature, namely. Love! 

HYPERION. 

And though the warrior's sun has set, 
Its light shall linger round us yet— 
Bright, radiant, blest. 

COPLAS DE MANRIQUE. 

Tr. from, tJu Spanish 



January 24 

Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was 
wasted. 

If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, re- 
turning 

Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them 
full of refreshment; 

That which the fountain sends forth returns again 
to the fountain. 

EVANGELINE. 
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January 22 



January 23 



January 24 



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January 25 



Thou art a scholar. 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 

What we call miracles and wonders of Art are 
not so to him who created them; for they were cre- 
ated by the natural movements of his own great soul. 
Statues, paintings, churches, poems, are but shadows 
of himself. 

HYPERION. 



January 26 

No one is so accursed by fate, 
No one so utterly desolate. 

But some heart, though unknown, 

Responds unto his own. 

Responds— as if, with unseen wings. 
An angel touched its quivering strings, 

And whispers, in its song, 

"Where hast thou stayed so long?" 



January 27 



Celestial King! Oh, let thy presence pass 
Before my spirit, and an image fair 
Shall meet that look of mercy from on high. 

As the reflected image in a glass 

Doth meet the look of him who seeks it there. 

THE IMAGE OF GOD. 
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January 26 



January 27 



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January 28 



She has two eyes, so soft and brown, 

Take care! 
She gives a side-glance and looks down, 

Beware! beware! 

Trust her not; 
She is fooling thee! 

beware! 

From the German. 



January 29 

Ye boundless regions 
Of all perfection! Tender morning visions 
Of beauteous souls! The Future's pledge and band! 
Who in Life's battle firm doth stand 
Shall bear Hope's tender blossoms 
Into the Silent Land! 

SONG OP THE SILENT LAND. 



January 30 

Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has 
torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human 
Life to light the fires of passion with, from day to 
day, that man begins to see that the leaves which 
remain are few in number. 

HYPERION. 
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January 28 



January 29 



January 30 



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January 3t 



Light serene! present in him who breathes 
That love divine which kindles, yet restrains, 
The high-born soul, that in its mortal chains 
Heavenward aspires for love's immortal wreaths! 

Rich golden locks, within whose clustered curls 
Celestial and eternal treasures lie! 
A voice that breathes angelic harmony 
Among bright coral and unspotted pearls! 

What marvelous beauty! Of the high estate 
Of immortality, within this light. 
Transparent veil of flesh, a glimpse is given; 

And in the glorious form I contemplate 

(Although its brightness blinds my feeble sight) 
The immortal still I seek and follow on to Heaven! 

IDEAL BEAUTY. 



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February 



THE RETURN OF SPRING 

Now Time throws off his cloak again 
Of ermined frost and wind and rain, 
And clothes him in the embroidery 
Of glittering sun and clear blue sky. 
With beast and bird the forest rings, 
Each in his jargon cries or sings; 
And Time throws off his cloak again 
Of ermined frost and wind and rain. 

River and fount and tinkling brook 
Wear in their dainty livery 
Drops of silver jewelry; 
In new-made suit they merry look; 
And Time throws off his cloak again 
Of ermined frost and wind and rain. 



February t 



The day is ending, 
The night is descending; 
The marsh is frozen, 
The river dead. 

Through clouds like ashes 
The red sun flashes 
On village windows 
That glimmer red. 

AN AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY. 



February 2 

From that hour forth he resolved that he would 
no longer veer with every shifting wind of circum- 
stance—no longer be a child's plaything in the hands 
of Fate, which we ourselves do make or mar. 

HYPERION. 

When I watched the outbound sail fading over the 
water's edge, and losing itself in the blue mists of 
the sea, my heart went with it. 



OUTRE-MER. 



February 3 



Welcome, my old friend! 
Welcome to a foreign fireside. 

' And as swallows build 
In these wide, old-fashioned chimneys, 
So thy twittering songs shall nestle 
In my bosom, 

TO AN OLD DANISH SONG-BOOK. 



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February 2 



February 3 



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February 4 

Let our unceasing, earnest prayer 
Be, too, for light— for strength to bear 
Our portion of the weight of care 
That crushes into dumb despair 
One half the human race. 

THE GOBLET OF LIFE. 

What would be the fame ... of France without 
her Racine and Rabelais and Voltaire? 

HYPERION. 



February 5 

We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; 

Amid these earthly damps 
What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers 

May be heaven's distant lamps. 

RESIGNATION. 



February 6 



For what is Time? The shadow on the dial,— the 
striking of the clock,— the running of the sand,— 
day and night,— summer and winter,— months, years, 
centuries. These are but arbitrary and outward signs 
—the measure pf Time, not Time itself. Time is the 
life of the Soul. 

HYPERION. 



February 4 



FeSfuafy 5 



February 6 



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February 7 



As the ice upon the mountain, when the warm 
breath of the summer sun breathes upon it, melts 
and divides into drops, each of which reflects an 
image of the sun, so life in the smile of God's love 
divides itself into separate forms, each bearing in it 
and reflecting an image of God's love. 

HYPERION. 

February 8 



Building nests in Fame's great temple, 
As in spouts the swallows build. 

NUREMBERG. 

It comes,— the beautiful, the free, 
The crown of all humanity,— 

In silence and alone 

To seek the elected one. 



ENDYMION. 



February 9 



I may not know the purpose of my being, . . . but 
I do know that my being has a purpose in the om- 
niscience of my Creator, and that all my actions 
tend to the completion, to the full accomplishment, 
of that purpos3. outre-mer. 

But the good deed, through the ages 
Living in historic pages, 
Brighter grows and gleams immortal, 
Unconsumed by moth or rust. 

THE NORMAN BARON. 



February 7 



February 8 



February 9 



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February tO 

Why need one always explain? Some feelings 
are quite untranslatable. No language has yet been 
found for them. hyperion. 

She, too, would bring to her husband's house delight 

and abundance, 
Filling it full of love and the ruddy faces of children. 

EVANGELINE. 



February U 



The dream of science, the historical research, . . . 
the tried courage, . . . where are they? With the 
living, and not with the dead. outre-mer. 

There is no Death! What seems so is transition; 

This life of mortal breath 
Is but a suburb of the life elysian. 

Whose portal we call Death. 

resignation. 



February \2 

(LINCOLN'S birthday) 

When the hours of Day are numbered, 

And the voices of the Night 
Wake the better soul, that slumbered, 

To a holy, calm delight; 

Then the forms of the departed 

Enter at the open door; 
The beloved, the true-hearted. 

Come to visit me once more. 

FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS. 
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February tO 



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February t2 



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February t3 

Visions of the days departed, shadowy phantoms 

filled my brain; 
They who live in history only seemed to walk the earth 

again. 

THE BELFRY OF BRUGES. 

Music is the universal language of mankind; poetry 
their universal pastime and delight. 

OUTRE-MER. 



February J 4 

Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine? 

Naught see I fixed or sure in thee! 
I do not know thee, nor what deeds are thine; 
Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine? 

Naught see I fixed or sure in thee! 

RONDEL. 

Thou sittest by the fireside of the heart. 
Feeding its flame. 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 



February \5 



It has become a common saying that men of genius 
are always in advance of their age, which is true. 
There is something equally true, yet not so common; 
namely, that of these men of genius the best and 
bravest are in advance not only of their own age, 
but of every age. 

HYPERION. 



February J 3 



February H 



February t5 



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February i6 



This morning I visited the Alhambra; an enchanted 
palace, whose exquisite beauty baffles the power of 
language to describe. . . . Imagination itself is 
dazzled, bewildered, overpowered! outre-mer. 

How in the turmoil of life can love stand 
Where there is not one heart and one mouth and one 
hand? annie of tharaw. 

Ti: from Simon Dock. 

February \7 



Enthusiasm begets enthusiasm. hyperion. 

Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats 
on the surface 

Is as the tossing buoy that betrays where the an- 
chor is hidden. 

Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world 
calls illusions. evangeline. 



February J 8 

Thou hast a stout heart and strong hands. 
Thou canst supply thy wants; what wouldst thou 
more? the Spanish student. 

Everywhere about us are they glowing. 
Some like stars, to tell us Spring is born; 

Others, their blue eyes with tears o'erflowing. 
Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn. 

flowers. 



February t6 



February i7 



February J 8 



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February t9 



Whither my heart has gone there follows my hand, 
and not elsewhere. 

For when the heart goes before like a lamp, and il- 
lumines the pathway, 

Many things are made clear that else lie hidden in 
darkness. 

EVANGELINE. 



February 20 



The rising moon has hid the stars; 

Her level rays, like golden bars, 
Lie on the landscape green. 
With shadows brown between. 

ENDYMION. 

Many have genius, but, wanting art, are forever 
dumb. The two must go together to form the great 
poet, painter, or sculptor. 

HYPERION. 



February 2t 



Is this a dream? Oh, if it be a dream. 
Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet! 

It is a dream, sweet child! a waking dream, 
A blissful certainty, a vision bright 
Of that rare happiness which even on earth 
Heaven gives to those it loves. 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 
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February 20 



February 2i 



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February 22 

(WASHINGTON'S BIRTHDAY) 

Tongues of the dead, not lost, 
But speaking from death's frost. 
Like fiery tongues at Pentecost! 

Glimmer, as funeral lamps, 
Amid the chills and damps 
Of the vast plain where Death encamps. 

l'envoi. 



February 23 

The angels sang in heaven when she was born. 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 



Painful indeed it is to be misunderstood and un- 
dervalued by those we love. But this, too, in our 
life must we learn to bear without a murmur, for it 
is a tale often repeated. hyperion. 



February 24 



Oh, fear not in a world like this, 
And thou shalt know ere long, 

Know how sublime a thing it is 
To suffer and be strong. 

THE LIGHT OF STARS. 

Gleams of celestial light encircle her forehead with 

splendor, 
Such as the artist paints o'er the brows of saints and 

apostles. EVANGELINE. 

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February 25 

Brilliant hopes, all woven in gorgeous tissues, 
Flaunting gaily in the golden light; 

Large desires, with most uncortain issues; 
Tender wishes, blossoming at night! 

FLOWERS. 



February 26 



All are architects of Fate, 

Working in these walls of Time; 

Some with massive deeds and great. 
Some with ornaments of rhyme. 

Nothing useless is, or low; 

Each thing in its place is best; 
And what seems but idle show 

Strengthens and supports the rest. 

THE BUILDERS. 



February 27 

A handful of red sand, from the hot clime 

Of Arab deserts brought. 
Within this glass becomes the spy of Time, 

The minister of Thought. 

SAND OF THE DESERT IN AN HOUR-GLASS. 



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February 26 



February 27 



February 28 

Her form arose like a tremulous evening star in 
the firmament of his soul. He conversed with her, 
and with her alone, and knew not w^hen to go. All 
others were to him as if they were not there. He 
saw their forms, but saw them as the forms of in- 
animate things. 

HYPERION. 

" He is in love. Were you ever in love, Baltasar? " 
" I was never out of it, good Chispa. It has been 
the torment of my life." 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 



February 29 

It was a glorious morning, and the sun rose up 
into a cloudless heaven, and poured a flood of gor- 
geous splendor over the mountain landscape, as if 
proud of the realm he shone upon. 

OUTRE-MER. 

There from the troubled sea had Evangeline landed, 

an exile. 
Finding among the children of Penn a home and a 

country. 

EVANGELINE. 



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February 29 



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.March 

Yet even here, and in the stormy month of March 
even, there are bright, warm mornings, when we 
open our windows to inhale the balmy air. The 
pigeons fly to and fro, and we hear the whirring 
sound of wings. Old flies crawl out of the cracks 
to sun themselves, and think it is summer. They die 
in their conceit, and so do our hearts within us when 
the cold sea-breath comes from the eastern sea, 

HYPERION. 

Already the grass shoots forth. The waters leap 
with thrilling pulse through the veins of the earth; 
the sap through the veins of the plants and trees; 
and the blood through the veins of man. What a 
thrill of delight in springtime! What a joy in being 
and moving! 

HYPERION. 



March t 



Within her heart was his image, 
Clothed in the beauty of love and youth, as last she 

beheld him. 
Only more beautiful made by his death-like silence 

and absence. 
Into her thoughts of him time entered not, for it 

was not. 
Over him years had no power; he was not changed, 

but transfigured. 

EVANGEUNE. 

March 2 



To charm, to strengthen, and to teach— 
These are the three great chords of might. 

THE SINGERS. 

precious evenings! all too swiftly sped! 
Leaving us heirs to amplest heritages 
Of all the best thoughts of the greatest sages, 
And giving tongues unto the silent dead! 

SONNET ON MRS. KEMBLE'S READINGS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 



March 3 

Toiling— rejoicing— sorrowi ng. 
Onward through life he goes; 

Each morning sees some task begin, 
Each evening sees it close; 

Something attempted, something done, 
Has earned a night's repose. 

THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. 



— March \ 



March 2 



Match 3 



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March 4 



Oppression and sickness and sorrow and pain 
Shall be to our true love as links to the chain. 



ANNIE OF THARAW. 

Tr. from Simmi Vacti. 



Let US, then, be up and doing, 

With a heart for any fate; 
Still achieving, still pursuing. 

Learn to labor and to wait. 

A PSALM OF LIFE. 



March 5 



The red-flowering maple is first in blossom, its 
beautiful purple flowers unfolding a fortnight before 
the leaves. The moosewood follows, with rose-col- 
ored buds and leaves; and the dog- wood, robed in the 
white of its own pure blossoms. Then comes the 
sudden rain-storm, and the birds fly to and fro, and 
shriek. Where do they hide themselves in such 
storms? at what firesides dry their feathery cloaks? 

HYrERION. 



March 6 



The star of the unconquered will, 

He rises in my breast. 
Serene, and resolute, and still, 

And calm, and self-possessed. 

THE LIGHT OF STARS. 

I love thee as the good love heaven. 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 
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March 7 



I confess, with all humility, that at times the line 
of demarcation between truth and fiction is rendered 
so indefinite and indistinct, that I cannot always de- 
termine, with unerring certainty, whether an event 
really happened to me, or whether I only dreamed it. 

OUTRE-MER. 



March 8 



weary hearts! slumbering eyes! 
drooping souls, whose destinies 

Are fraught with fear and pain. 

Ye shall be loved again! 



ENDYMION. 



March 9 



"Ah! this beautiful world!" said Flemming, with 
a smile. "Indeed, I know not what to think of it. 
Sometimes it is all gladness and sunshine, and heaven 
itself lies not far off. And then it changes suddenly, 
and is dark and sorrowful, and clouds shut out the 
sky." 

HYPERION. 
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March 7 



March 8 



March 9 



March to 



I heard a brooklet gushing 
From its rocky fountain near, 

Down into the valley rushing, 
So fresh and wondrous clear. 

Is this the way I was going? 

Whither, brooklet, say! 
Thou hast, with thy soft murmur, 

Murmured my senses away. 

WHITHER ? 

Ti: from the German, of Mvller 

March U 



Spring is coming, birds are twittering, forests leaf, 

and smiles the sun. 
And the loosened torrents downward singing to the 

ocean run; 
Glowing like the cheek of Freya, peeping rosebuds 

'gin to ope, 
And in human hearts awaken love of life, and joy, and 

hope. frithiof's saga. 



March \2 



A melancholy train of thought forced itself home 
upon my mind. The joys and sorrows of this world 
are so strikingly mingled! Our mirth and grief are 
brought so mournfully in contact! We laugh when 
others weep, and others rejoice when we are sad! 
The light heart and the heavy walk side by side and 
go about together! outre-mer. 

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March 12 



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March J3 

Generations perish, like the leaves of the forest 
passing away when their mission is completed; but 
at each succeeding spring, broader and higher spreads 
the human mind unto its perfect stature, unto the 
fulfilment of its destiny, unto the perfection of its 
nature. 

OUTRE-MER. 



March U 



He was not yet in love, but very near it; for he 
thanked God that he had made such beautiful beings 
to walk the earth. 

HYPERION. 

And the Poet, faithful and far-seeing. 
Sees, alike in stars and flowers, a part 

Of the selfsame universal being 

Which is throbbing in his brain and heart. 

FLOWERS. 



March 15 



Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of 

heaven, 
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the 

angels. 

EVANGELINE. 



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March H 



March t5 



March 16 



And, to cheer thy solitary labor, remember that 
the secret studies of an author are the sunken piers 
upon which is to rest the bridge of his fame, span- 
ning the dark waters of Oblivion. They are out of 
sight; but without them no superstructure can stand 
secure! hyperion. 

I never hear the sweet warble of a bird from its 
native wood, without a silent wish that such a cheer- 
ful voice and peaceful shade were mine. 

OUTRE-MER. 



March \7 

Thanking God, whose boundless wisdom 
Makes the flowers of poesy bloom 

In the forge's dust and cinders, 
In the tissues of the loom. 

NUREMBERG. 



March 18 



I felt her presence by its spell of might 

Stoop o'er me from above; 
The calm, majestic presence of the Night, 

As of the one I love. 

HYMN TO THE NIGHT. 

Believe me, every man has his secret sorrows 
which the world knows not; and oftentimes we call 
a man cold when he is only sad. hyperion. 

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March t3 



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March 19 



Mighty is the spirit of the past, amid the ruins of 
the Eternal City! outre-mer. 

In the world's broad field of battle, 

In the bivouac of Life, 
Be not like dumb, driven cattle! 

Be a hero in the strife! 

A PSALM OF LIFE. 



March 20 



Yet oft I dream that once a wife 
Close in my heart was locked, 

And in the sweet repose of life 
A blessed child I rocked. 



And when I see that lock of gold 

Pale grows the evening red; 
And when the dark lock I behold 

I wish that I were dead. 

THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR. 

Tr. from the German of Pfizer. 



March 2\ 



What a noble figure! What grace! What at- 
titudes! How mu?.h soul in every motion! . . . 
Every step is a word, and the whole together a 
poem! 

HYPERION. 



March \9 



March 20 



March 2\ 



March 22 



Maiden! with the meek brown eyes, 
In whose orbs a shadow lies 
Like the dusk in evening skies! 

Standing, with reluctant feet. 
Where the brook and river meet, 
Womanhood and childhood fleet! 

MAIDENHOOD. 



March 23 



In spite *of rock and tempest's roar, 

In spite of false lights on the shore, 

Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! 

Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, 

Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears. 

Our faith triumphant o'er our fears. 

Are all with thee— are all with thee! 

THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP. 



March 24 



If you find a lady who pleases you very much, and 
you wish to marry her, and she will not listen to 
such a horrid thing, I see but one remedy, which is, 
to find another who pleases you more, and who will 
listen to it, hyperion. 

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March 23 



March 24 



65 



— March 25 



It is recorded in the " Adventures of Gil Bias de 
Santillana " that, when this renowned personage first 
visited the city of Madrid, he took lodgings ... in 
the Puerta del Sol. ... I followed, as far as prac- 
ticable, this illustrious example; . . . and my bal- 
conies looked down into . . . the heart of Madrid, 
through which circulates the living current of its 
population at least once every twenty-four hours. 

OUTRE-MER. 



March 26 



Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, 

Is our destined end or way; 
But to act, that each to-morrow 

Find us farther than to-day. 

A PSALM OF LIFE. 



March 27 



Weak minds make treaties with the passions they 
cannot overcome, and try to purchase happiness at 
the expense of principle. But the resolute will of 
a strong man scorns such means, and struggles nobly 
with his foe to achieve great deeds. 

HYPERION. 



March 25 



March 26 



March 27 



March 28 



For the structure that we raise, 
Time is with materials filled; 

Our to-days and yesterdays 

Are the blocks with which we build. 

THE BUILDERS. 

The False takes away the birthright and the bless- 
ing from the True. Hence it is that the world so 
often lifts up its voice and weeps. hyperion. 



March 29 



The young set up a shout of joy, 

The old forget their years. 
The feeble man grows stout of heart, 

No more the craven fears. 

ancient SPANISH BALLADS. 

We will be patient, and assuage the feeling 

We may not wholly stay; 
By silence sanctifying, not concealing, 

The grief that must have way. 

RESIGNATION. 

March 30 



Does every grave awaken the same emotion in our 
hearts? ... No! Then all are not equal in the 
grave. outre-mer. 

And the trembling maiden held her breath 
At the tales of the awful, pitiless sea, 
With all its terror and mystery. 

THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP. 
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March 28 



March 29 



March 30 



March 31 



The skylark and the nightingale, though small and 

light of wing, 
Yet warble sweeter in the grove than all the birds 

that sing: 
And so a little woman, though a very little thing. 
Is sweeter far than sugar, and flowers that bloom in 

spring. 

The magpie and the golden thrush have many a 

thrilling note, 
Each as a gay musician doth strain his little throat— 
A merry little songster in his green-and-yellow coat: 
And such a little woman is, when Love doth make her 

dote. 

A peppercorn is very small, but seasons every dinner 

More than all other condiments, although 'tis sprin- 
kled thinner: 

Just so a little woman is, if Love will let you win 
her— 

There's not a joy in all the world you will not find 
within her. 

PRAISE OF LITTLE WOMEN. 



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March 3i 



71 



April 

AN APRIL DAY. 

When the warm sun, that brings 
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, 
'Tis sweet to visit the still wood, where springs 

The first flower of the plain. 

I love the season well, 
When forest glades are teeming with bright form,' 
Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell 

The coming-on of storms. 



Sweet April! many a thought 
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed; 
Nor shall they fail till, to its autumn brought, 

Life's golden fruit is shed. 



April t 

Within her tender eye 
The heaven of April, with its changing light. 

THE SPIRIT OF POETRY. 

Those who bow down upon their knees to drink of 
these bright streams that water life are not chosen 
of God either to overthrow or to overcome! 

HYPERION. 



April 2 

His heart was full of indefinite longings, mingled 
with regrets: longings to accomplish something wor- 
thy of life; regrets that as yet he had accomplished 
nothing, but had felt and dreamed only. Thus the 
warm days in spring bring forth passion-flowers and 
forget-me-nots. 

HYPERION. 



April 3 

Downward, and ever farther. 
And ever the brook beside; 

And ever fresher murmured, 
And ever clearer, the tide. 

WHITHER ? 

I have read, in the marvelous heart of man, 

That strange and mystic scroll. 
That an army of phantoms vast and wan 

Beleaguer the human soul. 

THE BELEAGUERED CITY. 
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April t 



April 2 



April 3 



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April 4 

I hate the crowded town! 
I cannot breathe shut up within its gates! 
Air— I want air and sunshine and blue sky, 
The feeling of the breeze upon my face, 
The feeling of the turf beneath my feet, 
And no walls but the far-off mountain-tops. 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 



April 5 

Men are at work in gardens, and in the air thera 
is an odor of the fresh earth. The leaf -buds begin 
to swell and blush. The white blossoms of the cherry 
hang upon the boughs like snowflakes, and ere long 
our next-door neighbors will be completely hidden 
from us by the dense green foliage. 

HYPERION. 



April 6 

'Twas Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness, 
When woods and fields put off all sadness. 

THE BLACK KNIGHT. 

Gentle Spring, in sunshine clad. 
Well dost thou thy power display! 

For Winter maketh the light heart sad, 
And thou, thou makest the sad heart gay. 

SPRING. 
Tr. from Gharlei d'Orlean«. 

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April 5 



April 6 



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April 7 ^ 

He resolved henceforward not to lean on others; 
but to walk self-confident and self-possessed;— no 
longer to waste his years in vain regrets, nor wait 
the fulfilment of boundless hopes and indiscreet de- 
sires; but to live in the Present wisely, alike forget- 
ful of the Past, and careless of what the mysterious 
Future might bring. And from that moment he was 
calm and strong; he was reconciled with himself. 

HYPERION. 



April 8 

Well done! Thy words are great and bold; 

At times they seem to me 
Like Luther's, in the days of old, 

Half battles for the free. 

TO WILLIAM E. CHANNING. 



April 9 



'Twas Easter Sunday. The full-blossomed trees 
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy. 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 

I pledge you in this cup of grief, 
Where floats the fennel's bitter leaf! 
The Battle of our Life is brief; 
The alarm,— the struggle, — the relief. 
Then sleep we side by side. 

THE GOBLET OF LIFE. 
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April 7 



April 8 



April 9 



April JO 

There is one kind of wisdom which we learn from 
the world, and another kind which can be acquired 
in solitude only. outre-mer. 

Her heart was a passion-flower, bearing within it 
the crown of thorns and the cross of Christ. 

HYPERION. 



April U 

Here, when Art was still religion, with a simple, 

reverent heart. 
Lived and labored Albrecht Diirer, the Evangelist 

of Art. 

Fairer seems the ancient city, and the sunshine seems 

more fair. 
That he once has trod its pavement, that he once 

has breathed its air! 

• NUREMBERG. 



April 12 

The elm-trees reach their long, pendulous branches 
almost to the ground. White clouds sail aloft; and 
vapors fret the blue sky with silver threads. 



And that smile, like sunshine, dart 
Into many a sunless heart; 
For a smile of God thou art. 

MAIDENHOOD. 
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April \0 



April n 



April t2 



81 



April t3 

How beautiful is the rain! 

After the dust and heat, 

In the broad and fiery street, 

In the narrow lane, 

How beautiful is the rain! 

How it clatters along the roofs, 

Like the tramp of hoofs! 

How it gushes and struggles out 

From the throat of the overflowing spout! 

RAIN IN SUMMER. 



April H 



I saw, with its celestial keys. 
Its chords of air, its frets of fire, 
The Samian's great ^olian lyre, 
Rising through all its sevenfold bars, 
From earth unto the fixed stars. 

THE OCCULTATION OF ORION. 



April i5 



Thou hast taught me, Silent River! 

Many a lesson deep and long; 
Thou hast been a generous giver; 

I can give thee but a song. 

Oft in sadness and in illness 

I have watched thy current glide, 

Till the beauty of its stillness 
Overflowed me, like a tide. 

TO THE RIVER CHARLES. 
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April J3 



April H 



April \5 



8d 



April t6 

But since the Fates so cruel prove, 
That Pyramus should die of love, 

And love should gentle Thisbe kill; 
My Thisbe be an apple-tart, 
The sword I plunge into her heart 
The tooth that bites the crust, apart,— 

And let the world laugh, an' it will. 

LET ME GO WARM. 



April 17 

Alas, poor child! thou too must learn, like others, 
that the sublime mystery of Providence goes on in 
silence, and gives no explanation of itself,— no an- 
swer to our impatient questionings! hyperion. 

How well does the song of a passing bird repre- 
sent the glad but transitory days of youth! 

OUTRE-MER. 



April J 8 

I stood on the bridge at midnight. 
As the clocks were striking the hour. 

And the moon rose o'er the city. 
Behind the dark church-tower. 

I saw her bright reflection 

In the waters under me. 
Like a golden goblet falling 

And sinking into the sea. 

THE BRIDGE. 
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April t6 



April t7 



April J 8 



April \9 



Her silver voice 
Is the rich music of a summer bird 
Heard in the still night, with its passionate cadence. 

THE SPIRIT OF POETRY. 

When I stood by the sea-shore and listened to the 
. . . familiar roar of its waves, it seemed but a step 
from the threshold of a foreign land to the fireside 
of home. outre-mer. 



April 20 



Let them sing, my friend, let them murmur, 

And wander merrily near; 
The wheels of a mill are going 

In every brooklet clear. whither ? 

Build to-day, then, strong and sure, 

With a firm and ample base; 
And ascending and secure 

Shall to-morrow find its place. 

the builders. 



April 2t 

People drive out from town to breathe and to be 
happy. Most of them have flowers in their hands, 
bunches of apple-blossoms, and still oftener lilacs. 

HYPERION. 

Wondrous strong are the spells of fiction! 

outre-mer. 



April J9 



April 20 



April 2t 



April 22 

As vapors from the ocean, floating landward and 
dissolved in rain, are carried back in rivers to the 
ocean, so thoughts and the semblances of things, 
that fall upon the soul of man in showers, flow out 
again in living streams of Art, and lose themselves 
in the great ocean, which is Nature. 

HYPERION. 



April 23 

Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining, 
Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day. 

Tremulous leaves, with soft and silver lining, 
Buds that open only to decay. 

FLOWERS. 

His household gods were broken. He had no 
home. 

HYPERION. 



April 24 

How . . . the wind plays on those great, sonorous 
harps, the shrouds and masts of ships! 

HYPERION. 

She is a precious jewel I have found 
Among the filth and rubbish of the world. 
I'll stoop for it; but when I wear it here. 
Set on my forehead like the morning star. 
The world may wonder, but it will not laugh. 

THE SPANISH STUDENT, 



April 22 



April 23 



April 24 



April 25 

From the earth's loosened mold 

The sapling draws its sustenance and thrives; 
Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold, 

The drooping tree revives. 

AN APRIL DAY. 

No tears dim the sweet look that nature wears. 

SUNRISE ON THE HILLS. 



April 26 



Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, 
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, 

When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, 
Stars that in earth's firmament do shine. 

Not alone in Spring's armorial bearing. 
And in Summer's green-emblazoned field, 

But in arms of brave old Autumn's wearing, 
In the center of his brazen shield. 

FLOWERS. 



April 27 



And she has hair of a golden hue. 

Take care! 
And what she says, it is not true, 

Beware! beware! 

Trust her not; 
She is fooling thee! 

beware! 

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April 27 



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April 28 

How merry is a student's life, and yet how change- 
able! Alternate feasting and fasting, . . . alter- 
nate want and extravagance! Care given to the 
winds— no thought beyond the passing hour; yester- 
day forgotten, to-morrow, a word in an unknown 
tongue! 

OUTRE-MER. 



April 29 



What do I say of a murmur? 

That can no murmur be; 
'Tis the water-nymphs that are singing 

Their roundelays under me. 

WHITHER ? 

Imagination was the ruling power of h's mind. 

HYPERION. 



April 30 



Like black hulks, the shadows of the great trees 
ride at anchor on the billowy sea of grass. I cannot 
see the red and blue flowers, but I know that they 
are there. Far away in the meadow gleams the sil- 
ver Charles. 

HYPERION. 
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April 29 



April 30 



53 



May 



The May-flowers open their soft blue eyes. Chil- 
dren are let loose in the fields and gardens. They 
hold buttercups under each other's chins to see if 
they love butter. And the little girls adorn them- 
selves with chains and curls of dandelions, pull out 
the yellow leaves to see if the school-boy loves them, 
and blow the down from the leafless stalk to find out 
if their mothers want them at home. 

HYPERION. 



May i 

The birds are caroling in the trees, and their shad- 
ows flit across the window as they dart to and fro 
in the sunshine; while the murmur of the bee, the 
cooing of doves from the eaves, and the whirring 
of a little humming-bird that has its nest in the 
honeysuckle, send up a sound of joy to meet the ris- 
ing sun. 

OUTRE-MER. 

May 2 

Many sweet little poems are the outbreaks of 
momentary feelings;— words to which the song of 
birds, the rustling of leaves, and the gurgle of cool 
waters form the appropriate music. 

HYPERION. 

Bright Sun! that, flaming through the midday sky, 
Fillest with light heaven's blue, deep-vaulted arch. 
Say, hast thou seen in thy celestial march 

One hue to rival this blue, tranquil eye? 

THE lover's complaint. 



May 3 



There is a quiet spirit in these woods 

That dwells where'er the gentle south wind blows; 

With what a tender and impassioned voice 
It fills the nice and delicate ear of thought! 

THE spirit of POETRY. 



May t 



May 2 



May 3 



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May 4 

This journey is written in my memory with a sun- 
beam. We were a company whom chance had thrown 
together,— different in ages, humors, and pursuits; 
and yet so merrily the days went by, in sunshine, 
wind, or rain, that methinks some lucky star must 
have ruled the hour that brought us five so auspi- 
ciously together. 

OUTRE-MER. 



May 5 



How beautiful is this green world which we in- 
habit! See yonder how the moonlight mingles with 
the mist. What a glorious night is this! 



Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax. 
Her cheeks like the dawn of day, . 

And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, 
That ope in the month of May. 

THE WRECK OF THE " HESPERUS." 



May 6 

Then from a neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, 

wildest of singers. 
Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the 

water. 
Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious 

music 
That the whole air and the woods and the waves 

seemed silent to listen. evangeline. 



May 4 



May 5 



May 6 



— May 7 

There was no sympathy between them. Their souls 
never approached, never understood each other, and 
words were often spoken which wounded deeply. 

HYPERION. 

The moon is full and bright, and the shadows lie 
so dark and massive in the street they seem a part 
of the walls that cast them. 

OUTRE-MER. 



May 8 



Maiden, that read'st this simple rhyme, 
Enjoy thy youth— it will not stay; 

Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime. 
For 0, it is not always May! 

Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth; 

To some good angel leave the rest; 
For Time will teach thee soon the truth, 

There are no birds in last year's nest! 

IT IS NOT ALWAYS MAY. 



May 9 

Shall I be mute, or vows with prayers combine? 

Ye who are blessed in loving, tell it me: 
Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine? 

Naught see I permanent or sure in thee! 
Like Dian's kiss, unasked, unsought, 

Love gives itself, but is not bought. 

RONDEL. 
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May 7 



- May 8 



May 9 



May \0 

At my feet the city slumbered. From its chimneys, 

here and there, 
Wreaths of snow-white smoke, ascending, vanished, 

ghost-like, into air. 

THE BELFRY OF BRUGES. 

This turns to a heaven the hut where we dwell; 
While wrangling soon changes a home to a hell. 

ANNIE OF THARAW. 



May n 

It is worth a student's while to observe calmly 
how tobacco, wine, and midnight did their work like 
fiends upon the delicate frame of Hoffman, and no 
less thoroughly upon his delicate mind. ... He was 
a man of rare intellect, . . . but the fire of his ge- 
nius burned not peacefully and with a steady flame, 
upon the hearth of his home. 

HYPERION. 



• May t2 

Her soul, like the transparent air 

That robes the hills above. 
Though not of earth, encircles there 

All things with arms of love. 

THE GOOD PART. 

There is something exceedingly thrilling in the 
voices of children singing. outre-mer. 

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May n 



May n 



103 



May tZ 

Thus the bard of love departed; 

And, fulfilling his desire, 
On his tomb the birds were feasted 

By the children of the choir. 

Day by day, o'er tower and turret, 

In foul weather and in fair, 
Day by day, in vaster numbers, 

Flocked the poets of the air. 

WALTER VON DER VOGELWEIDE. 



May H 



Material wealth gives a factitious superiority to 
the living, but the treasures of intellect give a real 
superiority to the dead. 

OUTRE-MER. 



May J5 



And I thought how like these chimes 
Are the poet's airy rhymes— 
All his rhymes and roundelays, 
His conceits and songs and ditties, 
From the belfry of his brain, 
Scattered downward, though in vain, 
On the roofs and stones of cities! 



May iZ 



May H 



May i5 



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May t6 

The broad meadows and the steel-blue river remind 
me of the meadows of Unterseen and the river Aar, 
and beyond them rise magnificent, snow-white clouds 
piled up like Alps. Thus the shades of Washington 
and William Tell seem to walk together on these 
Elysian Fields. 



May J7 



Joy and Temperance and Repose 
Slam the door on the doctor's nose. 

POETIC APHORISMS 

It has done me good to be somewhat parched by 
the heat and drenched by the rain of life. 

HYPERION. 



May tS 

All things above were bright and fair, 

All things were glad and free; 
Lithe squirrels darted here and there, 
And wild birds filled the echoing air 
With songs of Liberty! 

THE SLAVE IN THE DISMAL SWAMP. 
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May \6 



May t7 



May iS 



107 



MayJ9 

I love these rural dances— from my heart I love 
them. This world, at best, is so full of care and 
sorrow, . . , there is so much toil and struggling 
and anguish and disappointment here below, that I 
gaze with delight on a scene where all these are laid 
aside and forgotten. 

OUTRE-MER. 



May 20 



Moon, honor of the night! Thou glorious choir 

Of wandering Planets and eternal Stars! 

Say, have ye seen two peerless orbs like these? 
Answer me. Sun, Air, Moon, and Stars of fire— 

Hear ye my woes, that know no bounds nor bars? 

See ye these cruel stars, that brighten and yet 
freeze? 

THE lover's complaint. 



May2t 



All things rejoice in youth and love. 
The fulness of their first delight! 

And learn from the soft heavens above 
The melting tenderness of night. 

IT IS NOT ALWAYS MAY. 

I lift my head boldly to the threatening mountain 
peaks, . . . and say, " I am eternal, and defy your 
power!" 

HYPERION. 
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May \9 



May 20 



May2J 



109 



May 22 

There are seasons of reverie and deep abstraction 
which seem to me analogous to death. The soul 
. . . sees familiar faces and hears beloved voices 
which to the bodily senses are no longer audible. 

HYPERION. 



May 23 

Here runs the highway to the town; 

There the green lane descends, 
Through which I walked to church with thee, 

gentlest of, my friends! 

Thy dress was like the lilies. 

And thy heart as pure as they: 
One of God's holy messengers 

Did walk with me that day. 

A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE. 



May 24 



Into the ocean faint and far 

Falls the trail of its golden splendor, 
And the gleam of that single star 

Is ever refulgent, soft, and tender. 

THE EVENING STAR, 
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May 23 



May 24 



111 



May 25 

Live I, so live I: 
To my Lord heartily, 
To my Prince faithfully, 
To my Neighbor honestly. 
Die I, so die L 

THE LAW OF LIFE. 



May 26 

The hand of man unconsciously inscribes upon all 
his works the sentence of imperfection, which the 
finger of the invisible hand wrote upon the wall of 
the Assyrian monarch. 

OUTRE-MER. 

Beware of dreams! Beware of the illusions of 
fancy! Beware of the solemn deceivings of thy 
vast desires! 

HYPERION. 



May 27 



Thou, too, sail on, Ship of State! 
Sail on, Union, strong and great! 
Humanity, with all its fears. 
With all its hopes of future years, 
Is hanging breathless on thy fate! 

THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP. 
112 



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May 26 



May 27 



113 



May 28 



Sultry grows the day, and breathless! The lately 
crowded street is silent and deserted— hardly a foot- 
fall. 

OUTRE-MER. 



May 29 



The trees are heavy with leaves; and the gardens 
full of blossoms red and white. The whole atmo- 
sphere is laden with perfume and sunshine. The birds 
sing. The cock struts about and crows loftily. In- 
sects chirp in the gr^ss. Yellow buttercups stud 
the green carpet like golden buttons, and the red 
blossoms of the clover like rubies. 

HYPERION. 



May 30 

(memorial day.) 

There is a Reaper whose name is Death, 

And with his sickle keen, 
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, 

And the flowers that grow between. 

Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath. 

The Reaper came that day; 
'Twas an angel visited the green earth. 

And took the flowers away. 

THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. 
114 



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May 29 



May 30 



115 



May 3^ 

Beautiful was the night. Behind the black wall of 

the forest, 
Tipping its summit with silver, arose the moon. 

On the river 
Fell here and there through the branches a tremu- 
lous gleam of the moonlight, 
Like the sweet thoughts of love on a darkened and 

devious spirit. 
Nearer and round fibout her, the manifold flowers 

of the garden 
Poured out their souls in odors, that were their 

prayers and confessions 
Unto the night, as it went its way, like a silent 

Carthusian. 

EVANGELINE. 



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May3J 



117 



June 

Moon of the summer night! 

Far down yon western steeps, 
Sink, sink in silver light! 

She sleeps! 
My lady sleeps! 

Sleeps! 

Wind of the summer night! 

Where yonder woodbine creeps. 
Fold, fold thy pinions light! 

She sleeps! 
My lady sleeps! 

Sleeps! 

Dreams of the summer night! 

Tell ha*, her lover keeps 
Watch! while in slumbers light 

She sleeps! 
My lady sleeps! 

Sleeps! 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 



U9 



June \ ■ 

There is no scene over which my eye roves with 
more delight than the face of a summer landscape 
dimpled with soft, sunny hollows, and smiling in all 
the freshness and luxuriance of June. 

OUTRE-MER. 

Sooner or later, some passages of every one's 
romance must be written either in words or actions. 

HYPERION. 



June 2 

Pleasant it was, when woods were green, 

And winds were soft and low, 
To lie amid some sylvan scene, 
Where, the long, drooping boughs between, 
Shadows dark and sunlight sheen 

Alternate come and go. 

VOICES OF THE NIGHT. 



June 3 

If the clouds are overcast, it is no wild storm of 
wind and rain, but clouds that melt and fall in 
showers. One does not wish to sleep, but lies awake 
to hear the pleasant sound of the dropping rain. 

HYPERION. 

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June i 



June 2 



June 3 



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June 4 ■ 

Man-like is it to fall into sin, 
• Fiend-like is it to dwell therein, 
Christ-like is it for sin to grieve, 
God-like is it all sin to leave. 

SIN. 

History casts its shadow far into the land of song. 

OUTRE-MER. 



June 5 



The sword of his spirit had been forged and beat- 
en by poverty. It was not broken, not even blunted, 
but rather strengthened and sharpened by the blows 
it gave and received. 

HYPERION. 

She is a maid of artless grace. 
Gentle in form, and fair of face. 

SONG. 



June 6 



I have a passion for ballads. . . . They are the 
gipsy children of song, born under green hedge-rows, 
in the leafy lanes and by-paths of literature, in the 
genial summer-time. hyperion. 

So love in our hearts shall grow mighty and strong. 
Through crosses, through sorrows, through manifold 
wrong. 

ANNIE OF THARAW. 
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June 5 



June 6 



123 



June 7 

Like the swell of some sweet tune, 
Morning rises into noon, 
May glides onward into June. 

MAIDENHOOD. 



June 8 



And as within the little rose you find the richest 

dyes, 
And in a little grain of gold much price and value 

lies, 
As from a little balsam much odor doth arise. 
So in a little woman there's a taste of paradise. 

Even as the little ruby its secret worth betrays, 
Color and price and virtue, in the clearness of its 

rays, 
Just so a little woman much excellence displays. 
Beauty and grace and love and fidelity always. 

PRAISE OF LITTLE WOMEN. 



June 9 



A beautiful girl, with flaxen hair, . . . and the 
form of a fairy in a midsummer-night's dream, has 
just stepped out on the balcony beneath us! See 
how coquettishly she crosses her arms upon the 
balcony, thrusts her dainty little foot through the 
bars, and plays with her slipper! 

OUTRE-MER. 
124 



June 7 



June 8 



June 9 



125 



June W 

Something there was in her life incomplete, imper- 
fect, unfinished; 

As if a morning of June, with all its music and sun- 
shine. 

Suddenly paused in the sky, and, fading, slowly 
descended 

Into the east again, from whence it late had arisen. 

EVANGELINE. 



June M 

Just at my feet lay a little silver pool, with the 
sky and the woods painted in its mimic vault, and 
occasionally the image of a bird, or the soft watery 
outline of a cloud, floating silently through its 
sunny hollows. The water-lily spread its broad 
green leaves on the surface, and rocked to sleep a 
little world of insect life in its golden cradle. 

OUTRE-MER. 



June t2 

And with the heat of noon; and numberless sylvan 

islands. 
Fragrant and thickly embowered with blossoming 

hedges of roses. 
Near to whose shores they glided along, invited to 

slumber. ' evangeline. 

I love that tranquillity of soul in which we feel 
the blessing of existence, and which in itself is a 
prayer and a thanksgiving. hyperion. 

126 



June to 



June n 



June 12 



127 



June 13 

Like Dian's kiss, unasked, unsought, 
Love gives itself, but is not bought; 

Nor voice, nor sound betrays 

Its deep, impassioned gaze. 

ENDYMION. 



June H 

What a time it is! How June stands illuminated 
in the calendar! The windows are all wide open; 
only the Venetian blinds closed. Here and there a 
long streak of sunshine streams in through a crev- 
ice. We hear the low sound of the wind among the 
trees; and, as it swells and freshens, the distant 
doors clap to with a sudden sound. 



June 15 

Childhood is the bough where slumbered 
Birds and blossoms many-numbered; 
Age, that bough with snows encumbered. 

Gather, then, each flower that grows 
When the young heart overflows, 
To embalm that tent of snows. 

MAIDENHOOD. 
128 



June tZ 



June i4: 



June 15 



June i6 

'■' I like," said he, " after a long day's march, to 
lie down in this way upon the grass, and enjoy the 
cool of the evening. It reminds me of the bivouacs 
of other days, and of old friends who are now up 
there." Here he pointed with his finger to the 
sky. 

OUTRE-MER. 



June \7 

Christ to the young man said: " Yet one thing more; 

If thou wouldst perfect be. 
Sell all thou hast and give it to the poor, 

And come and follow me!" 

HYMN. 



June tS 

Great are the sea and the heaven; 

Yet greater is my heart. 
And fairer than pearls and stars 

Flashes and beams my love. 

Thou little, youthful maiden, 

Come unto my great heart; 
My heart and the sea and the heaven 

Are melting away with love! 

THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS. 
130 



June t6 



June 17 



June tS 



131 



Tune \9 

Let the good and the great be honored even in 
the grave. Let the sculptured marble direct our 
footsteps to the scene of their long sleep; let the 
chiseled epitaph repeat their names, and tell us 
where repose the nobly good and wise! 

OUTRE-MER. 



June 20 

In that mansion used to be 
Free-hearted Hospitality; 
His great fires up the chimney roared; 
The stranger feasted at his board. 

THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS. 



June 2i 

I see the lights of the village 

Gleam through the rain and the mist, 

And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me 
That my soul cannot resist: 

A feeling of sadness and longing. 

That is not akin to pain. 
And resembles sorrow only 

As the mist resembles the rain. 

THE DAY IS DONE. 
132 



Tune 19 



June 20 



June 2t 



133 



June 22 

star of strength! I see thee stand 

And smile upon my pain; 
Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand, 

And I am strong again. 

THE LIGHT OP STARS. 



June 23 



Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of gloom, 
With thoughtful pace, and sad, majestic eyes, 
Stern thoughts and awful from thy soul arise, 
Like Farinata from his fiery tomb. 

Thy sacred song is like the trump of doom; 
Yet in thy heart what human sympathies. 
What soft compassion glows, as in the skies 
The tender stars their clouded lamps relume! 

DANTE. 



June 24 



Time has a Doomsday-book upon whose pages he 
is constantly recording illustrious names. But as 
often as a new name is written there, an old one 
disappears. Only a few stand in illuminated char- 
acters, never to l3e effaced. 

HYPERION. 
134 



June 22 



June 23 



June 24 



135 



June 25 

It is a beautiful morning in June; so beautiful 
that I almost fancy myself in Spain. The tessellated 
shadow of the honeysuckle lies motionless upon the 
floor, as if it were a figure in the carpet; and 
through the open window comes the fragrance of 
the wild brier and the mock-orange, reminding me 
of that soft, sunny clime where the very air is laden, 
like the bee, with sweetness. 

OUTRE-MER. 



June 26 

Let us be patient! These severe afllictions 

Not from the ground arise, 
But oftentimes celestial benedictions 

Assume this da^jjc disguise. 

RESIGNATION. 



June 27 



So when storms of wild emotion 

Strike the ocean 
Of the poet's soul, ere long 
From each cave and rocky fastness, 

In its vastness, 
Floats some fragment of a song. 



186 



June 25 



June 26 



June 27 



137 



June 28 

Through the meadow winds the river— careless, 
indolent. It seems to love the country, and is in no 
haste to reach the sea. The bee only is at work— 
the hot and angry bee. All things else are at play; 
he never plays, and is vexed that any one should. 

HYPERION. 



June 29 



And silver white the river gleams, 
As if Diana, in her dreams, 

Had dropt her silver bow 

Upon the meadows low. 

On such a tranquil night as this 
She woke Endymion with a kiss, 
When, sleeping in the grove. 
He dreamed not of her love. 

ENDYMION. 



June 30 

We are not to suppose that all who take holy 
orders are saints; but we should be still further 
from believing that all are hypocrites. 

OUTRE-MER. 

Believe me, upon the margin of celestial streams 
alone those simples grow which cure the heartache! 

HYPERION. 
138 



June 28 



June 29 



June 30 



July 

I stood upon the hills when heaven's wide arch 

Was glorious with the sun's returning march, 

And woods were brightened, and soft gales 

Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales. 

The clouds were far beneath me; bathed in light. 

They gathered midway round the wooded height, 

And, in their fading glory, shone 

Like hosts in battle overthrown, 

As many a pinnacle, with shifting glance, 

Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance. 

And rocking on the cliff was left 

The dark pine, blasted, bare, and cleft. 

The veil of cloud was lifted, and below 

Glowed the rich valley, and the river's flow 

Was darkened by the forest's shade. 

Or glistened in the white cascade. 

Where upward, in the mellow blush of day, 

The noisy bittern wheeled his spiral way. 

SUNRISE ON THE HILLS. 



Ul 



July I 

There are times when my soul is restless, and a 
voice sounds within me like the trump of the arch- 
angel, and thoughts that were buried long ago come 
out of their graves. At such times my favorite 
occupations and pursuits no longer charm me. The 
quiet face of Nature seems to mock me. 

HYPERION. 



July 2 

maiden fair! maiden fair! how faithless is thy 
bosom! 

To love me in prosperity, 
And leave me in adversity! 
maiden fair! maiden fair! how faithless is thy 
bosom! 

THE HEMLOCK-TREE. 



July 3 



If thou art worn and hard beset 

With sorrows that thou wouldst forget, 

If thou wouldst read a lesson that will keep 

Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, 

Go to the woods and hills! No tears 

Dim the sweet look that Nature wears. 

SUNRISE ON THE HILLS. 
142 



July t 



July 2 



July 3 



143 



July 4 

Down the dark future, through long generations, 
The echoing sounds grow fainter, and then cease; 

And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, 
I hear once more the voice of Christ say, " Peace! " 

Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals 
The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies! 

But beautiful as songs of the immortals, 
The holy melodies of love arise. 

THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD. 



July 5 

The soul . . . seemed ... to be rapt away to 
heaven in the full, harmonious chorus, as it swelled 
onward, doubling and redoubling, and rolling upward 
in a full burst of rapturous devotion. 

OUTRE-MER. 



July 6 

The tramp of horses' hoofs sounds from the 
wooden bridge. Then all is still, save the contin- 
uous wind of the summer night. Hyperion. 

When imagination spreads its wings in the bright 
regions of devotional song, . . . judgment should 
direct its course; but there is no danger of its soar- 
ing too high. OUTRE-MER. 
lU 



July 4 



Julys 



July 6 — 



145 



July? 

Shall I thank God for the green summer and the 
mild air and the flowers and the stars, and all that 
makes the world so beautiful, and not for the good 
and beautiful beings I have known in it? 

HYPERION. 



Julys 

So blue yon winding river flows, 
It seems an outlet from the sky. 

Where waiting till the west wind blows, 
The freighted clouds at anchor lie. 

IT IS NOT ALWAYS MAY. 



— July 9 

In the country, on every side, 

Where far and wide, 

Like a leopard's tawny and spotted hide, 

Stretches the plain. 

To the dry grass and the drier grain 

How welcome is the rain! 

RAIN IN SUMMER. 
146 



July 7 



July 8 



July 9 



147 



July ^0 

Stars of the summer night! 

Far in yon azure deeps, 
Hide, hide your golden light! 

She sleeps! 
My lady sleeps! 

Sleeps! 



THE SPANISH STUDENT. 



July n 

Thou Summer Wind, of soft and delicate touch, 
Fanning me gently with thy cool, fresh pinion, 
Say, hast thou found, in all thy wide dominion, 
Tresses of gold that can delight so much? 

THE lover's complaint. 

Fame comes only when deserved, and then it is 
inevitable as destiny. 

HYPERION. 



July n 

It was a bright, beautiful moaning after night 
rain. Every dewdrop and raindrop had a whole 
heaven within it; and so had the heart of Paul 
Flemming. 

HYPERION. 

We shall all meet again at the last roll-call. 

OUTRE-MER. 
148 



July to 



July n 



July t2 



149 



July J3 

A very strange, fantastic world; where each one 
pursues his own golden bubble, and laughs at his 
neighbor for doing the same. I have been thinking 
how a moral Linnaeus would classify our race. 

HYPERION. 



July H 

Ever drifting, drifting, drifting 

On the shifting 
Currents of the restless heart; 
Till at length in books recorded, 

They, like hoarded 
Household words, no more depart. 

SEAWEED. 



July tS 



We have now entered the vast and melancholy 
plains of La Mancha— a land to which the genius of 
Cervantes has given a vulgo-classic fame. ... A 
few years pass away, and history becomes romance 
and romance history. To the peasantry of Spain, 
Don Quixote and his squire are historic personages. 

OUTRE-MER. 
150 



July 13 



July U 



July \S 



151 



July t6 

And, falling on my weary brain 

Like a fast-falling §hower, 
The dreams of youth came back again, 
Low lispings of the summer rain 
Dropping on the ripened grain, 

As once upon the flower. 

VOICES OF THE NIGHT. 



July M 

How slowly through the lilac-scented air 
Descends the tranquil moon! Like thistle-down 
The vapory clouds float in the peaceful sky; 
And sweetly from yon hollow vaults of shade 
The nightingales breathe out their souls in song. 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 



July 18 

" By the way," said the Baron, ** did you mind 
what a curious head he has? There are two crowns 
upon it." 

"That is a sign," replied Flemming, " that he will 
eat his bread in two kingdoms." 

" I think the poor man would be very thankful," 
said the Baron, with a smile, "if he were always 
sure of eating it in one!" 

HYPERION. 
152 



July i6 



July J 7 



July J 8 



153 



July i9 

When I read his strange fancies ... a feeling 
of awe and mysterious dread comes over me. I wish 
to hear the sound of living voice or footstep near 
me, to see a friendly and familiar face. 

HYPERION. 



July 20 



And in better hours and brighter, 
When I saw thy waters gleam, 

I have felt my heart beat lighter, 
And leap onward with thy stream. 

Not for this alone I love thee, 
Nor because thy waves of blue 

From celestial seas above thee 
Take their own celestial hue. 

TO THE RIVER CHARLES. 



July 21 

Why perplex the spirit of a child with these meta- 
physical subtleties, these dark, mysterious specu- 
lations, which man, in all his pride of intellect, can- 
not fathom or explain? 

OUTRE-MER. 
154 



July i9 



July 20 



July 2\ 



155 



July 22 

On every side comes up the fragrance of a thou- 
sand flowers, the murmur of innumerable leaves; 
and overhead is a sky where not a vapor floats— as 
soft and blue and radiant as the eye of childhood! 

HYPERION. 



July 23 



Why will you go so soon? Stay yet awhile. 
The poor too often turn away unheard 
From hearts that shut against them with a sound 
That will be heard in heaven. Pray, tell me more 
Of your adversities. Keep nothing 'from me. 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 



July 24 



As he . . . heard at times the sound of the wind 
in the trees, and the sound of Sabbath bells ascend- 
ing up to he&ven, holy wishes and prayers ascended 
with them from his inmost soul, beseeching that he 
might not love in vain. 

HYPERION. 

Glorious scene! one glance at thee would move 
the dullest soul— one glance can melt the painter 
and the poet into tears. 

OUTRE-MER. 
156 



July 22 



July 23 



July 24 



157 



Julv 25 

In that delightful land which is washed by the Del- 
aware's waters, 

Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the 
apostle, 

Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city 
he founded. 

There all the air is balm, and the peach is the em- 
blem of beauty. 

And the streets still reecho the names of the trees 
of the forest. evangeline. 



July 26 

Through the closed blinds the golden sun 

Poured in a dusty beam, 
Like the celestial ladder seen 

By Jacob in his dream. 

And ever and anon the wind. 

Sweet-scented with the hay. 
Turned o'er the hymn-book's fluttering leaves 

That on the window lay. 

A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE. 



July 27 



Or where the denser grove receives 

No sunlight from above, 
But the dark foliage interweaves 
In one unbroken roof of leaves. 
Underneath whose sloping eaves 

The shadows hardly move. 

VOICES OF THE NIGHT. 



July 25 



July 26 



July 27 



159 



July 2S 



What were the nations without their philosophers, 
poets, and historians? Do not these men, in all ages 
and all places, emblazon with bright colors the 
armorial bearings of their country? 



HYPERION. 



July 29 



So perish the oia gods! 

But out of the sea of Time 

Rises a new land of song 

Fairer than the old. 

Over its meadows green 

Walk the young bards, and sing. 

tegner's death. 



July 30 



Day, panting with heat, and laden with a thou- 
sand cares, toils onward like a beast of burden; but 
Night, calm, silent, holy Night, is a ministering 
angel that cools with its dewy breath the toil-heated 
brow; and, like the Roman sisterhood, stoops down 
to bathe the pilgrim's feet. 

OUTRE-MER. 



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July 29 



July 30 



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July 3J 

He found the veteran sculptor, Dannecker, sitting 
alone with his psalm-book and the reminiscences of 
a life of eighty years. . . . "So you are from 
America; . . . but you have a German name. Paul 
Flemming was one of our old poets." . . . ^e took 
Flemming by the hand, and made him sit down by 
his side. "My hands are cold; colder than yours. 
They were warmer once. I am now an old man." 
. . . "Yes; these are the hands," answered Flem- 
ming, " that sculptured the beauteous ' Ariadne ' and 
the ' Panther.' The soul never grows old." 

HYPERION. 



July 3t 



Augfust 



A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE 

This is the place. Stand still, my steed, 

Let me review the scene, 
And summon from the shadowy Past 

The forms that once have been. 

The Past and Present here unite 
Beneath Time's flowing tide, 

Like footprints hidden by a brook, 
But seen on either side. 

The shadow of the linden-trees 

Lay moving on the grass; 
Between them and the moving boughs, 

A shadow, thou didst pass. 

I saw the branches of the trees 
Bend down thy touch to meet, 

The cjover-blossoms in the grass 
Rise up to kiss thy feet. 



165 



August i 

Annie of Tharaw, my true love of old, 
She is my life and my goods and my gold. 

Annie of Ihiraw, her heart once again 
To me has surrendered in. joy and in pain. 

ANNIE OF THARAW. 

Surely it is a characteristic trait of a great and 
liberal mind that it recognizes humanity in all its 
forms and conditions. hyperion. 



August 2 

The nightingale, the nightingale, thou tak'st for 
thine example! 

So long as summer laughs she sings, 
But in the autumn spreads her wings. 
The nightingale, the nightingale, thou tak'st for 
thine example! the hemlock-tree. 

Silent it lay, with a silvery haze upon it, and fire-flies 
Gleaming and floating away in mingled and infinite 

numbers. 
Over her head the stars, the thoughts of God in the 

heavens. evangeline. 



August 3 

The basis of his character was good, sound com- 
mon sense, trodden dowm and smoothed by educa- 
tion; but this level groundwork his strange and 
whimsical fancy used as a dancing-floor whereon to 
exhibit her eccentric tricks. hyperion. 

166 



August i 



August 2 



Augfust 3 



167 



Aug'ust 4 

Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous, 
God has written in those stars above; 

But not less in the bright flowerets under us 
Stands the revelation of his love. 



Augfust 5 

Near at hand, 

From under the sheltering trees, 

The farmer sees 

His pastures and his fields of grain, 

As they bend their tops 

To the numberless beating drops 

Of the incessant rain. 

He counts it as no sin 

That he sees therein 

Only his own thrift and gain. 

RAIN IN SUMMER. 



Augfust 6 

The eye of age looks meekly into my heart! the 
voice of age echoes mournfully through it! the 
hoary head and palsied hand of age plead irresistibly 
for its sympathies! 

OUTRE-MEB 
168 



Augfust 4 



Augfust 5 



Aug'ust 6 



Au§:ust 7 

Lo! in the painted oriel of the West, 

Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines, 
Like a fair lady at her casement, shines 
The evening star, the star of love and rest! 

And then anon she doth herself divest 
Of all her radiant garments, and reclines 
Behind the somber screen of yonder pines. 
With slumber and soft dreams of love oppressed. 

THE EVENING STAR. 



August 8 

In the elder days of Art 

Builders wrought with greatest care 
Each minute and unseen part; 

For the gods see everywhere. 

THE BUILDERS. 



August 9 

The pleasant books, that silently among 

Our household treasures take familiar places. 

And are to us as if a living tongue 

Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces! 

Perhaps on earth I never shall behold 

With eye of sense your outward form and sem- 
blance; 
Therefore to me ye never will grow old, 

But live forever young in my remembrance. 

DEDICATION, 
170 



Augfust 7 



Augfust 8 



Ati§:ust 9 



171 



August to 

Through these streets so broad and stately, these 

obscure and dismal lanes, 
Walked of yore the Mastersingers, chanting rude 

poetic strains. 

Vanished is the ancient splendor, and before my 

dreamy eye 
Wave these mingling shapes and figures, like a 

faded tapestry. 

NUREMBERG. 



August n 

Wonderful and mmy were the soft accords and 
plaintive sounds that came from that little instru- 
ment touched by the clever hand. Every feeling of 
the human heart seemed to find an expression there, 
and awaken a kindred feeling in the hearts of those 
who heard him. 

HYPERION. 



August t2 

Their faces were angelical, celestial forms had they. 
And downward through the fields of air they urged 

their rapid way; 
They looked upon the Moorish host with fierce and 

angry look. 
And in their hands, with dire portent, their naked 

sabers shook. 

VIDA DE SAN MILLAN. 
172 



August JO 



Aug:ust tt 



Augfust t2 



173 



August \3 

Oh, this lassitude, this weariness! ... I have 
this morning a singular longing for flowers. 

HYPERION. 

Bright with the sheen of the dew, each glittering 

tree of the forest 
Flashed like the plane-tree the Persian adorned with 

mantles and jewels. 

EVANGELINE. 



Augfust J4 — 

How our hearts glowed and trembled as she read, 

Interpreting by tones the wondrous pages 

Of the great poet who foreruns the ages. 

Anticipating all that shall be said! 

happy Reader! having for thy text 

The magic book whose Sibylline leaves have caught 

The rarest essence of all human thought! 

SONNET ON MRS. KEMBLE'S 
READINGS FROM SHAKESPEARE. 



August \5 



How the chorus swells and dies, like the wind of 
summer! How those passages of mysterious import 
seem to wave to and fro, like the swaying branches 
of trees; from which anon some solitary sweet voice 
darts off like a bird, and floats away, and revels in 
the bright, warm sunshine! 

HYPERION. 



Augfust J 3 



August H 



Augfust 15 



175 



Augfust \6 

To-morrow night 
Shall see me safe returned. Thou art the star 
To guide me to an anchorage. Good-night, 
My beauteous star! My star of love, good-night! 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 

In all places, then, and in all seasons, 

Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings, 

Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, 
How akin they are to human things. 

FLOWERS. 



Augfust i7 

These are the high nobility of Nature. . . . Pos- 
terity shall never question their titles. 

HYPERION. 

And earnest thoughts within me rise 

When I behold afar. 
Suspended in the evening skies, 

The shield of that red star. 

THE LIGHT OF STARS. 



Augfust 18 

Overhead bends the blue sky, dewy and soft, and 
radiant with innumerable stars, like the inverted 
bell of some blue flower sprinkled with golden dust 
and breathing fragrance. 

HYPERION. 
176 



Au§:ust t6 



Au§:ust 17 



Au§:ust ts 



177 



Augfust \9 

Encamped beside Life's rushing stream, 

In Fancy's misty light, 
Gigantic shapes and shadows gleam 

Portentous through the night. 

THE BELEAGUERED CITY. 

Thick with towns and hamlets studded, and with 

streams and vapors gray. 
Like a shield embossed with silver, round and vast 

the landscape lay. 

THE BELFRY OF BRUGES. 



Augfust 20 

In surveying a national literature, the point you 
must start from is national character. The most 
prominent trait in the French character is love of 
amusement and excitement, and— "I should say, 
rather, the fear of ennui," interrupted Flemming. 

HYPERION. 



Augfust 2i 

I know a maiden fair to see, 

Take care! 
She can both false and friendly be, 

Beware! beware! 

Trust her not; 
She is fooling thee! 

beware! 

178 



August i9 



August 20 



August 2t 



179 



Augfust 22 

Merrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying 

dances, 
Under the orchard trees and down the path to the 

meadows; 
Old folk and young together, and children mingled 

among them. 

EVANGELINE. 



Augfust 23 

Ne'er had I found on earth a spot that had such 

power to please, 
Such shadows from the summer sun, such odors on 

the breeze: 
I threw my mantle on the ground, that I might rest 

at ease, 
And, stretched upon the greensward, lay in the 

shadow of the trees. 

VIDA DE SAN MILLAN. 



August 24 

The sick man from his chamber looks • 

At the twisted brooks; 

He can feel the cool 

Breath of each little pool; 

His fevered brain 

Grows calm again. 

And he breathes a blessing on the rain. 

RAIN IN SUMMER. 



Aug:ust 22 



August 23 



Augfust 24 



181 



August 25 



Bitter as Juvenal!" "Not in the least bitter; 
. it is all true." 

HYPERION. 

Who, through long days of labor 

And nights devoid of ease, 
Still heard in his soul the music 

Of wonderful melodies. 

THE DAY IS DONE. 



August 26 

Long was the good man's sermon, 
Yet it seemed not so to me; 

For he spake of Ruth the beautiful, 
And still I thought of thee. 

Long was the prayer he uttered. 
Yet it seemed not so to me; 

For in my heart I prayed with him, 
And still I thought of thee. 

A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE. 



August 27 

The meadow brook, the meadow brook, is mirror of 
thy falsehood! 

It flows so long as falls the rain; 
In drought its springs soon dry again. 
The meadow brook, the meadow brook, is mirror of 
thy falsehood! 

THE HEMLOCK-TREE. 
182 



Aug'ust 25 



Augfust 26 



Aog-ust 27 



183 



August 28 

If I am fair, 'tie for myself alone, 
I do not wish to have a sweetheart near me, 
Nor would I call another's heart my own, 
Nor have a gallant lover to revere me. 

FLORENTINE SONG. 



August 29 

The moon was pallid, but not faint; 
And beautiful as some fair saint 
Serenely moving on her way 
In hours of trial and dismay. 
As if she heard the voice of God, 
Unharmed with naked feet she trod 
Upon the hot and burning stars, 
As on the glowing coals and bars 
That were to prove her strength and try 
Her holiness and her purity. 

THE OCCULTATION OF ORION. 



August 30 

Read from some humbler poet 

Whose songs gushed from his heart 

As showers from the clouds of summer, 
Or tears from the eyelids start. 

THE DAY IS DONE. 

The resolute, the indomitable will of man can 
achieve much. 

HYPERION. 
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Au§fust 28 



Augfust 29 



Augfust 30 



185 



August 3t ' 

He laid the lesson to heart, and it would have 
saved him many an hour of sorrow if he had learned 
that lesson better and remembered it longer. 

HYPERION. 

Flowers with the sweetest odors filled all the sunny 
air, 

And not alone refreshed the sense, but stole the 
mind from care. 

On every side a fountain gushed, whose waters, pure 
and fair. 

Ice-cold beneath the summer sun, but warm in win- 
ter were. 

There on the thick and shadowy trees, amid the foli- 
age green, 

Were the fig and the pomegranate, the pear and 
apple, seen; 

And other fruits of various kinds, the tufted leaves 
between, 

None were unpleasant to the taste, and none de- 
cayed, I we3n. 

The verdure of the meadow green, the odor of the 

flowers. 
The grateful shadows of the trees tempered with 

fragrant showers. 
Refreshed me in the burning heat of the sultry 

noontide hours: 
Oh, one might live upon the balm and fragrance of 

those bowers! 

VIDA DE SAN MILLAN. 



Aug:ust 31 



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September 



AUTUMN 

Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, 
With banners, by great gales incessant fanned, 
Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand, 
And stately oxen h rnessed to thy wain! 

Thou stand-Bst, like imperial Charlemagne, 
Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand 
Outstretched with benedictions o'er the land, 
Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain! 

Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended 
So long beneath the heaven's o'erhanging eaves; 
Thy steps are by the farmer's prayers attended; 

Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves; 
And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid. 
Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden 
leaves'! 



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September I 

If there be a sympathy between the minds of the 
writer and reader, the bounds and barriers of a for- 
eign tongue are soon overleaped. ... In every man 
he loves his humanity only, not his superiority. 

HYPERION. 



September 2 



I breathed a song into the air; 
It fell to earth, I knew not where; 
For who has sight so keen and strong 
That it can follow the flight of song? 

The song, from beginning to end, 

I found again in the heart of a friend. 

THE ARROW AND THE SONG. 



September 3 

" Did it ever occur to you that he [Goethe] was 
in some points like Ben Franklin? The practical 
tendency of his mind was the same; his love of 
science was the same; his benignant, philosophic 
spirit was the same; and a vast number of his little 
poetic maxims and soothsayings seem nothing more 
than the worldly wisdom of Poor Richard versified." 

HYPERION. 
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September t 



September 2 



September 3 



191 



September 4 



There is a beautiful spirit breathing now 
Its mellow richness on the clustered trees, 
And, from a beaker full of richest dyes. 
Pouring new glory on the autumn woods. 
And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds. 

AUTUMN. 



September 5 



Land! Land! 

For all the broken-hearted 

The mildest herald by our fate allotted 

Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand 

To lead us with a gentle hand 

To the land of the great Departed 

Into the Silent Land! 

SONG OF THE SILENT LAND. 



September 6 



Ah, how skilful grows the hand 
That obeyeth Love's command! 
It is the heart, and not the brain. 
That to the highest doth attain; 
And he who followeth Love's behest 
Far excelleth all the rest. 

THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP. 

m 



September 4 



September 5 



September 6 



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September 7 

It was Sunday morning, and the church bells were 
all ringing together. , . . Anon they ceased, and 
the woods and the clouds and the whole village^ and 
the very air itself, seemed to pray— so silent was it 
everywhere. 

HYPERION. 



September 8 



On her cheek 
Blushes the richness of an autumn sky, 
With ever shifting beauty. 

SPIRIT OF POETRY. 



September 9 



The father sat and told them tales 
Of wrecks in the great September gales, 
Of pirates coasting the Spanish Main, 
And ships that never came back again. 

THE BUILDING OP THE SHIP. 

There soft reclining in the shade, all cares beside 

me flung, 
I heard the soft and mellow notes that through the 

woodland rung: 
Ear never listened to a strain, from instrument or 

tongue. 
So mellow and harmonious as the songs above me 

sung. 

VIDA DE SAN MILLAN. 
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September 7 



September 8 



September 9 



September iO 

As in the sun's eclipse we can behold the great 
stars shining in the heavens, so in this life eclipse 
have these men beheld the lights of the great eter- 
nity, burning solemnly and forever. 

HYPERION, 



September H 

One morning on the sea-shore, as I strayed, 
My heart dropped in the sand beside the sea; 
I asked of yonder mariners, who said 
They saw it in thy bosom— worn by thee. 
And I am come to seek that heart of mine; 
For I have none, and thou, alas! hast two; 
If this be so, dost know what thou shalt do? 
Still keep my heart, and give me, give me thine. 

A NEAPOLITAN CANZONET. 



September \2 

Longing already to search in and round 
The heavenly forest, dense and living green. 
Which to the eyes tempered the new-born day, 
Withouten more delay I left the bank. 
Crossing the level country slowly, slowly, 
Over the soil, that everywhere breathed fragrance. 

THE TERRESTRIAL PARADISE, FROM DANTE. 
196 



September tO 



September it 



September 12 



197 



September J 3 



"The clouds are passing far and high; 
We little birds in them play; 
And everything that can sing and fly 
Goes with us, and far away." 

THE BIRD AND THE SHIP. 

"Shall I have naught that is fair?" saith he; 

"Have naught but the bearded grain? 
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, 

I will give them all back again." 

THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. 



September J 4 

From the neighboring villages came the solemn, 
joyful sounds, floating through the sunny air, mellow 
and faint and low, all mingling into one harmoni- 
ous chime like the sound of some distant organ in 
heaven. hyperion. 



September \5 



Not thy Councils, not thy Kaisers, win for thee the 

world's regard; 
But thy painter, Albrecht Diirer, and Hans Sachs, 

thy cobbler-bard. Nuremberg. 

Lord! that seest, from yon starry height. 
Centered in one the future and the past, 
Fashioned in thine own image, see how fast 
The world obscures in me what once was bright! 

THE image of god. 
198 



September i3 



September i4 



September 15 



199 



September t6 

I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those 
only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a 
steady, lambent light. hyperion. 

There as a monarch thou reignest. In autumn the 

leaves of the maple 
Pave the floors of thy palace halls with gold, and in 

summer 
Pine-trees waft through its chambers the odorous 

breath of their branches. 

TO THE DRIVING CLOUD. 



September i7 



Beneath some patriarchal tree 

I lay upon the ground; 
His hoary arms uplifted he. 
And all the broad leaves over me 
Clapped their little hands in glee, 

With one continuous sound. 

VOICES OF THE NIGHT. 



September 18 



gentle spirit! Thou didst bear unmoved 
Blasts of adversity and frosts of fate! 
But the first ray of sunshine that falls on thee 
Melts thee to tears! 0, let thy weary heart 
Lean upon mine! and it shall faint no more. 
Nor thirst, nor hunger; but be comforted 
And filled with my affection. 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 
200 



September i6 



September 17 



September J 8 



201 



September 19 

When the silver habit of the clouds 
Comes down upon the autumn sun, and with 
A sober gladness the old year takes up 
His bright inheritance of golden fruits, 
A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene. 

AUTUMN. 



September 20 

Then in the golden weather the maize was husked, 

and the maidens 
Blushed at each blood-red ear, for that betokened a 

lover. 

EVANGELINE. 

The pages of thy book I read, 

And as I closed each one, 
My heart, responding, ever said, 

"Servant of God! well done!" 

TO WILLIAM E. CHANNING. 



September 2t 

child! new-born denizen 

Of life's great city! on thy head 

The glory of the morn is shed 

Like a celestial benison! 

Here at the portal thou dost stand. 

And with thy little hand 

Thou openest the mysterious gate 

Into the future's undiscovered land. 

TO A CHILD, 
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September i9 



September 20 



September 2i 



September 22 

A youth, light-hearted and content, 

I wander through the world; 
Here, Arab-like, is pitched my tent, 

And straight again is furled. 

TWO LOCKS OF HAIR. 

And with childlike, credulous affection 
We behold their tender buds expand; 

Emblems of our own great resurrection. 
Emblems of the bright and better land. 

FLOWERS. 

September 23 

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend. 
For the lesson thou hast taught! 

Thus at the flaming forge of life 
Our fortunes must be wrought; 

Thus on its sounding anvil shaped 
Each burning deed and thought. 

THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. 



September 24 

Come, read to me some poem. 
Some simple and heartfelt lay. 

That shall soothe this restless feeling 
And banish the thoughts of day. 

Not from the grand old masters, 

Not from the bards sublime, 
Whose distant footsteps echo 

Through the corridors of Time. 

THE PAY 13 DONE. 
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September 22 



September 23 



September 24 



205 



September 25 



Long among them was seen a maiden who waited 

and wandered, 
Lowly and meek in spirit, and patiently suffering all 

things. 
Fair was she, and young. 

EVANGELINE. 



September 26 



His heart was like the altar of the Israelites ot 
old; and, though drenched with tears as with rain, 
it was kindled at once by the holy fire from heaven! 

HYPERION. 

Into its furrows shall we all be cast. 

In the sure faith that we shall rise again 

At the great harvest, when the archangel's blast 
Shall winnow, like a fan, the chaff and grain. 

god's-acre. 



September 27 

Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth. 
In thy heart the dew of youth. 
On thy lips the smile of truth. 

MAIDENHOOD. 

In the press of our life it is difficult to be calm. 
The voices of the Present say, "Come!" but the 
voices of the Past say, "Wait!" 

HYPERION. 



September 25 



September 26 



September 27 



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September 28 

The sculptured bust, the epitaph eloquent in praise, 
cannot indeed create . , . distinctions, but they 
serve to mark them. 

OUTRE-MER. 

Whate'er my desire is, in thine may be seen; 

I am king of the household, and thou art its queen. 

ANNIE OF THARAW. 



September 29 



Just above yon sandy bar. 

As the day grows fainter and dimmer, 
Lonely and lovely, a single star 

Lights the air with a dusky glimmer. 

THE EVENING STAR. 

A blind man is a poor man, and blind a poor man is; 
For the former seeth no man, and the latter no man 

sees. 

POETIC APHORISMS. 



September 30 



0, what a glory doth this world put on 
For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth 
Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks 
On duties w^ell performed, and days well spent! 
For him the wind, aye, and the yellow leaves, 
Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings. 

AUTUMN. 



September 28 



September 29 



September 30 



October 



THE TWO HARVESTS 

But yesterday these few and hoary sheaves 
Waved in the golden harvest; from the plain 
I saw the blade shoot upward, and the grain 
Put forth the unripe ear and tender leaves. 
Then the glad upland smiled upon the view, 
And to the air the broad green leaves unrolled, 
A peerless emerald in each silken fold, 
And on each palm a pearl of morning dew. 
And thus sprang up and ripened in brief space 
All that beneath the reaper's sickle died, 
All that smiled beauteous in the summer-tide. 
And what are we? A copy of that race, 
The later harvest of a longer year! 
And oh, how many fall before the ripened ear! 



211 



October \ 



" A life of sorrow and privation, a hard life in- 
deed, do these poor devil authors have of it," replied 
the Baron. 

HYPERION. 



October 2 



Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned, 
And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved. 
Where Autumn, like a faint old man, sits down 
By the wayside a-weary. Through the trees 
The golden robin moves. The purple finch, 
That on wild cherry and red cedar feeds, 
A winter bird, comes with its plaintive whistle, 
And pecks by the witch-hazel; whilst aloud 
From cottage roofs the warbling bluebird sings, 
And merrily, with oft-repeated stroke, 
Sounds from the threshing-floor the busy flail. 

AUTUMN. 



October 3 



"And is Uhland always so soothing and spirit- 
ual?" 

"Yes; he generally looks into t^e spirit-world, 
. . . but there is nothing morbid in his mind. He 
is always fresh and invigorating, like a breezy 
morning." 

HYPERION. 
212 



October i 



October 2 



October 3 



213 



October 4 



Have you real talent— real feeling for art? 
Then study music,— do something worthy of the 
art,— and dedicate your whole soul to the beloved 
saint. If without this you have a fancy for quavers 
and demi-semi-quavers, practise for yourself and 
by yourself, and torment not therewith the Capell- 
meister Kreisler and others. 

HYPERION. 



October 5 



Bright angels are around thee; 
They that have served thee from thy birth are there; 

Their hands with stars have crowned thee; 

Thou, peerless Queen of air. 
As sandals to thy feet the silver moon dost wear. 

THE ASSUMPTION OF THE VIRGIN. 



October 6 



The unfinished fabric stands a lasting monument 
of the power and weakness of man— of his vast 
desires, his sanguine hopes, . . . and of the unlooked- 
for conclusion, where all these desires ^.nd hopes and 
purposes are so often arrested. 

OUTRE-MER. 
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October 4 



October 5 



October 6 



215 



October 7 

Through days of sorrow and of mirth, 
Through days of death and days of birth, 
Through every swift vicissitude 
Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood; 
And as if, like God, it all things saw. 
It calmly repeats those words of awe— 

"Forever— never! 

Never— forever! " 

THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS. 



October 8 

A millstone and the human heart are driven ever 
round; 

If they have nothing else to grind, they must them- 
selves be ground. poetic aphorisms. 

"Peace! peace! Why dost thou question God's 
providence?" hyperion. 



October 9 



What Love may be, indeed, I cannot tell. 
Nor if I e'er have known his cunning arts; 
But true it is, there's one I like so well 
That when he looks at me my bosom starts, 
And if we meet my heart begins to swell; 
And the green fields around, when he departs, 
Seem like a nest from which the bird has flown; 
Can this be love?— say— ye who love have known! 

A FLORENTINE SONG. 
216 



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- October 8 



October 9 



217 



October \0 



The eldest of the three was a woman in that sea- 
son of life when the early autumn gives to the sum- 
mer leaves a warmer glow, yet fades them not. 
Though the mother of many children, she was still 
beautiful, resembling those trees which blossom in 
October, when the leaves are changing, and whose 
fruit and blossom are on the branch at once. 

HYPERION. 



October M 



Forms of saints and kings are standing 

The cathedral door above; 
Yet I saw but one among them 

Who hath soothed my soul with love. 

THE STATUE OVER THE CATHEDRAL DOOR. 

But now the dream is wholly o'er, 

I bathe mine eyes and see. 
And wander through the world once more, 

A youth so light and free. 

THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR. 



October M 



Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; 
Often in a wooden house a golden room we find. 

POETIC APHORISMS. 

Thus, Genius! are thy footprints hallowed; and 
the star shines forever over the place of thy nativity. 

HYPERION. 
218 



October iO 



October U 



October t2 



219 



October 13 



The setting of a great hope is like the setting of 
the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shad- 
ows of evening fall around us, and the world seems 
but a dim reflection — itself a broader shadow. We 
look forward into the coming lonely night. The 
soul withdraws into itself. Then stars arise, and 
the night is holy. 

HYPERION. 



October J 4 



Yes; Love is ever busy with his shuttle. 
Is ever weaving into life's dull warp 
Bright, gorgeous flowers and scenes Arcadian; 
Hanging our gloomy prison-house about 
With tapestries, that make its walls dilate 
In never-ending vistas of delight. 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 



October \5 



Beloved country! banished from thy shore, 
A stranger in this prison-house of clay. 
The exiled spirit weeps and sighs for thee! 

Heavenward the bright perfections I adore 
Direct, and the sure promise cheers the way 
That, whither love aspires, there shall my dwell- 
ing be. 

NATIVE LAND. 



October n 



October H 



October i5 



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October i6 



Tell me, thou ancient mariner, 

That sailest on the sea, 
If ship or sail or evening star 

Be half so fair as she! 

Tell me, thou swain, that guard'st thy flock 

Beneath the shadowy tree, 
If flock or vale or mountain ridge 

Be half so fair as she! song. 



October t7 

The twilight is sad and cloudy. 
The wind blows wild and free, 

And like the wings of sea-birds 
Flash the white-caps of the sea. 

THE TWILIGHT. 

Toiling much, enduring much, fulfilling much. 

HYPERION. 



October t8 



The land of Song within thee lies. 

Watered by living springs; 
The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes 
Are gates unto that Paradise; 
Holy thoughts, like stars, arise, 

Its clouds are angels' wings." 

VOICES OF THE NIGHT. 
222 



October 16 



October J 7 



October ^3 



223 



October \9 



On sunny slope and beechen swell 
The shadowed light of evening fell. 

BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK. 

The night is come, but not too soon; 

And sinking silently, 
All silently, the little moon 

Drops down behind the sky. 

THE LIGHT OF STARS. 



October 20 



There's naught can be compared to her throughout 

• the wide creation; 
She is a paradise on earth— our greatest consolation; 
So cheerful, gay, and happy, so free from all vexa- 
tion: 
In fine, she's better in the proof than in anticipation. 

If, as her size increases, are woman's charms de- 
creased. 

Then surely it is good to be from all the great re- 
leased. 

PRAISE OF LITTLE WOMEN. 



October 2\ 



A mill forms as characteristic a feature in the 
romantic German landscape as in the romantic Ger- 
man tale. 

HYPERION. 
224 



October i9 



October 20 



October 2t 



225 



October 22 



"Spirit of the past! look not so mournfully at me 
with thy great, tearful eyes! . . . Chant no more 
that dirge of sorrow through the long and silent 
watches of the night! " Mournful voices from afar 
seemed to answer, "Treuenfels!" And he remem- 
bered how others had suffered, and his heart grew 
still. 

HYPERION. 



October 23 



Art is long, and Time is fleeting, 

And our hearts, though stout and brave, 

Still, like muffled drums, are beating 
Funeral marches to the grave. 

A PSALM OF LIFE. 

So much to pardon— so much to pity— so much to 
admire! 

HYPERION. 



October 24 

All are sleeping, weary heart! 
Thou, thou only sleepless art! 
All this throbbing, all this aching. 
Evermore shall keep thee waking; 
For a heart in sorrow breaking 
Thinketh ever of its smart! 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 



October 22 



October 23 



October 24 



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October 25 

Whilom Love was like a fire, and warmth and com- 
fort it bespoke; 

But alas! it now is quenched, and only bites us, like 
the smoke. 

POETIC APHORISMS. 

This earthly life, when seen hereafter from hea- 
ven, will seem like an hour passed long ago, and 
dimly remembered. hyperion. 

October 26 



It is this, my Annie, my heart's sweetest rest, 
That makes of us twain but one soul in one breast. 

ANNIE OF THARAW. 

We spake of many a vanished scene. 
Of what we once had thought and said. 

Of what had been, and might have been, 
And who was changed, and who was dead. 

THE FIRE OF DRIFTWOOD. 



October 27 

One half of the world must sweat and groan that 
the other half may dream. hyperion. 

It was autumn, and incessant 

Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, 
And, like living coals, the apples 

Burned among the withering leaves. 

PEGASUS IN POUND. 
228 



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October 26 



October 27 



223 



October 28 



How often, oh, how often, 

I had wished that the ebbing tide 

Would bear me away on its bosom 
O'er the ocean wild and wide! 

For my heart was hot and restless, 

And my life was full of care, 
And the burden laid upon me 

Seemed greater than I could bear. 

THE BRIDGE. 



October 29 



And all that fills the hearts of friends 
When first they feel, with secret pain, 

Their lives thenceforth have separate ends. 
And never can be one again. 

THE FIRE OF DRIFTWOOD. 



October 30 



Were half the power that fills the world with terror. 
Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, 

Given to redeem the human mind from error, 
There were no need of arsenals or forts. 

THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD. 

Every one . . . forms an image in his fancy of 
persons and things he has never seen; and the artist 
reproduces them in marble or on canvas. 

HYPERION. 
230 



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October 29 



October 30 



231 



October Zi 



Lord, what am I, that, with unceasing care. 
Thou didst seek after me— that thou didst wait, 
Wet with unhealthy dews, before my gate. 
And pass the gloomy nights of winter there? 

How oft my guardian angel gently cried, 

" Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see 
How he persists to knock and wait for thee!" 

And oh, how often to that voice of sorrow, 
"To-morrow we will open!" I replied, 
And when the morrow came I answered still, " To- 
morrow." 

TO-MORROW. 
Tr.from the Spanish of Lope de Vega. 



232 



October Z\ 



Novcmbef 

MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR 

Yes, the Year is growing old, 
And his eye is pale and bleared! 

Dsath, with frosty hand and cold, 
Plucks the old man by the beard, 
Sorely, sorely! 

The leaves are falling, falling. 

Solemnly and slow. 
Caw! caw! the rooks are calling; 

It is a sound of woe, 
A sound of woe! 

Through woods and mountain p-sses 
The winds, like anthems, roll; 

They are chanting solemn masses, 
Singing, " Pray for this poor soul, 
Pray, pray!" 



November \ 



Men of iron, men who have dared to breast the 
strong breath of public opinion. Hyperion. 

And thus she walks among her girls 
With praise and mild rebukes; 

Subduing e'en rude village churls 
By her angelic looks. 

THE GOOD PART. 



November 2 



O'er the bare upland, and away 

Through the long reach of desert woods, 

The embracing sunbeams chastely pi ay, 
And gladden these deep solitudes. 

WOODS IN WINTER. 

There is nothing so good for sorrow as rapid 
motion in the open air. hyperion. 



November 3 



And the mother gave, in tears and pain, 

The flowers she most did love; 
She knew she should find them all again 

In the fields of light above. 

THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. 

Did we but use it as we ought. 

This world would school each wandering thought 

To its high state. coplas de manrique. 

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November 2 



November 3 



237 



November 4 



A temple dedicated to Heaven, and, like the P^ 
theon at Rome, lighted only from above. 

HYPERION. 

The day is done, and the darkness 
Falls from the wings of Night, 

As a feather is wafted downward 
From an eagle in his flight. 

THE DAY IS DONE. 

November 5 



All evil thoughts and deeds. 

Anger and lust and pride, 
The foulest, rankest weeds 

That choke Life's groaning tide! 

THE WITNESSES. 

Art is the revelation of man; and not merely that, 
but likewise the revelation of Nature speaking 
through man. Art preexists in Nature, and Nature 
is reproduced in Art. 

HYPERION. 

November 6 



Thus dreamed I, as by night I lay 
In Bruges, at the Fleur-de-Ble, 
Listening with a wild delight 
To the chimes that, through the night, 
Rang their changes from the Belfry 
Of that quaint old Flemish city. 

CARILLON. 
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November 4 



November 5 



November 6 



November 7 

If any thought of mine, or sung or told, 
Has ever given delight or consolation, 

Ye have repaid me back a thousindfold 
By every friendly sign and salutation. 

DEDICATION. 



November 8 



The day is cold and dark and dreary; 
It rains, and the wind is never weary; 
The vine still clings to the moldering wall, 
But at every gust the dead leaves fall. 
And the day is dark and dreary. 

My life is cold and dark and dreary; 
It rains, and the wind is never weary; 
My thoughts still cling to the moldering Past, 
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast. 
And the days are dark and dreary. 

THE RAINY DAY. 



November 9 



Truly, the love of home is interwoven with all that 
is pure and deep and lasting in earthly affection. 
Let us wander where we may, the heart looks back 
with secret longing to the paternal roof. 

HYPERION. 
240 



November 7 



November 8 



November 9 



241 



November iO 



What shall I do, sweet Nici, tell me! 
I burn— I burn— I can no more! 
I know not how the thing befell me, 
But I'm in love, and all is o'er. 

SICILIAN CANZONET. 



November M 



I do not see why a successful book is not as great 
an event as a successful campaign, only different in 
kind and not easily compared, 

HYPERION. 

Long ago. 

In the deer-haunted forests of Maine, 
When upon mountain and plain 
Lay the snow. 

THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP. 



November 12 



But now it has fallen from me. 

It is buried in the sea; 
And only the sorrow of others 

Throws its shadow over me. 

Yet whenever I cross the river 
On its bridge with v/ooden piers. 

Like the odor of brine from the ocean 
Comes the thought of other years. 

THE BRIDGE. 
242 



NovemSer ^0 



November it 



November 12 



243 



November t3 

Thou glorious spirit-land! Oh, that I could behold 
thee as thou art,— the region of life and light and 
love, and the dwelling-place of those beloved ones 
whose being has flowed onward, like a silver-clear 
stream into the solemn-sounding main, into the 
ocean of Eternity! 

HYPERION, 



November J 4 



And now the sweet day is dead; 

Cold in his arms it lies; 
No stain from its breath is spread 

Over the glassy skies. 
No mist or stain! 

MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR. 



November i5 



Then the sound of drums aroused me. The awak- 
ened city's roar 

Chased the phantoms I had summoned back into 
their graves once more. 

THE BELFRY OF BRUGES. 
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November 16 



A life that is worth writing at all, is worth writ- 
ing minutely. 

HYPERION. 

Thanks for the sympathies that ye have shown! 

Thanks for each kindly word, each silent token. 
That teaches me, when seeming most alone. 

Friends are around us, though no word be spoken. 

DEDICATION. 

November \7 — '- 



Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, 
but more glorious the world of God within us. 
There lies the Land of Song; there lies the poet's 
native land. 

HYPERION. 

Annie of Tharaw, my light and my sun, , 
The threads of our two lives are woven in one. 

ANNIE OF THARAW. 



November t8 



Such songs have power to quiet 

The restless pulse of care, 
And come like the benediction 

That follows after prayer. 

THE DAY IS DONE. 

People of a lively imagination are generally curi- 
ous, and always so when a little in love. 

HYPERION. 
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November t9 



In the lives of the saddest of us there are bright 
days like this, when we feel as if we could take the 
great world in our arms. Then come the gloomy 
hours, when the fire will neither burn on our hearths 
nor in our hearts, and all without and within is dis- 
mal, cold, and dark. 

HYPERION. 



November 20 



And the boy that walked beside me, 

He could not understand 
Why closer in mine, ah! closer, 

I pressed his warm, soft hand! 

THE OPEN WINDOW. 



November 2t 



The windows rattling in their frames, 
The ocean roaring up the beach. 

The gusty blast, the bickering flames, 
All mingled vaguely in our speech; 

Until they made themselves a part 
Of fancies floating through the brain. 

The long-lost ventures of the heart, 
That send no answers back again. 

THE FIRE OF DRIFTWOOD. 
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November 22 — 

Friends my soul with joy remembers! 

How like quivering flames they start 
When I fan the living embers 

On the hearthstone of my heart! 

'Tis for this, thou Silent River! 

That my spirit leans to thee; 
Thou hast been a generous giver, 

Take this idle song from me. 

TO THE RIVER CHARLES. 



November 23 



Henceforth be mine a life of action and reality! 
I will work in my own sphere, nor wish it other 
than it is. This alone is health and happiness. 
This alone is Life. 

HYPERION. 



November 24 



The law of force is dead! 
The law of love prevails! 
Thor, the thunderer, 
Shall rule the earth no more, 
No more, with threats. 
Challenge the meek Christ. 

tegner's drapa. 

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November 25 



Thus they ascended the steps, and, crossing the airy- 
veranda, 

Entered the hall of the house, where already the 
supper of Basil 

Waited his late return; and they rested and feasted 
together. 

Over the joyous feast the sudden darkness descended. 
All was silent without, and, illuming the landscape 

with silver, 
Fair rose the dewy moon and the myriad stars; but 

within doors. 
Brighter than these, shone the faces of friends in 

the glimmering lamplight. evangeline. 



November 26 



These gifts in Fortune's hands are found; 

Her swift-revolving wheel turns round, 

And they are gone! 

No rest the inconstant goddess knows, 

But changing, and without repose. 

Still hurries on. coplas de manrique. 



November 27 



What we call miracles and wonders of Art are 
not so to him who created them; for they were 
created by the natural movements of his own great 
soul. Statues, paintings, churches, poems, are but 
shadows of himself; shadows in marble, colors, 
stone, words. hyperion. 

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Novembet 28 

Far-sounding he heard the great gate of the Past 
shut behind him, as the Divine Poet did the gate of 
Paradise, when the angel pointed him the way up to 
the Holy Mountain; and to him likewise was it for- 
bidden to look back. 

HYPERION. 



November 29 



Week in, week out, from morn till night, 
You can hear his bellows blow; 

You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, 
With measured beat and slow. 

Like a sexton ringing the village bell, 
When the evening sun is low. 

THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. 



November 30 



If it be painful to see this misunderstanding be- 
tween scholars and the world, . . . it is still more 
painful to see the private suffering of authors by 
profession. How many have languished in poverty! 

HYPERION. 
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December 



THE NATIVITY OF CHRIST 

To-day from tba Aurora's bosom 
A pink has fallen, a crimson blossom; 
And oh, how glorious rests the hay 
On which the fallen blossom lay! 

When silence gently had unfurled 
Her mantle over all below. 
And, crowned with winter's frost and snow, 
Night swayed the scepter of the world. 
Amid the gloom descending slow. 
Upon the monarch's frozen bosom 
A pink has fallen— a crimson blossom. 

The only flower the Virgin bore 
(Aurora fair) within her breast 
She gave to earth, yet still possessed 
Her virgin blossom as before: 
The hay that colored drop caressed, 
Received upon its faithful bosom 
That single flower— a crimson blossom. 



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December \ 



At the court of Naples, when the dead body of a 
monarch lies in state, his dinner is carried up to him 
as usual, and the court physician tastes it to see that 
it be not poisoned, and then the servants bear it out 
again, saying, "The king does not dine to-day." 
Hope in our souls is king; and we also say, "The 
king never dies." hyperion. 



December 2 



There, in the twilight cold and gray, 
Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, 
And from the sky, serene and far, 
A voice fell, like a falling star- 
Excelsior! EXCELSIOR. 

Oh, there is something sublime in calm endur- 
ance. HYPERION. 



December 3 



The silent falling of the snow is to me one of the 
most solemn things in Nature. The fall of au- 
tumnal leaves does not so much affect me. 

HYPERION. 

Let us by the fire 
Ever higher 
Sing them till the night expire! 

A CHRISTMAS CAROL. 
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December 4 



Colder and louder blew the wind, 

A gale from the Northeast; 
The snow fell hissing in the brine, 

And the billows frothed like yeast. 

Down came the storm, and smote amain 

The vessel in its strength; 
She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, 

Then leaped her cable's length. 

THE WRECK OF THE " HESPERUS." 



December 5 



When winter winds are piercing chill. 

And through the hawthorn blows the gale. 

With solemn feet I tread the hill 
That overbrows the lonely vale. 

WOODS IN WINTER. 

Sometimes we may iearn more from a man' 
errors than from his virtues. 

HYPERION. 

December 6 



The soul seemed to be rapt away to heaven in the 
full harmonious chorus, as it swelled onward, dou- 
bling and redoubling, and rolling upward in a full 
burst of rapturous devotion. outre-mer. 

Each one thought in his heart that he too would go 
and do likewise. evangeline. 



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December 7 



Miiller . . . has written a great many pretty 
songs, in w.hich the momentary, indefinite longings 
and impulses of the soul of man find an expression. 
. . . There is one among them much to our present 
purpose. He expresses in it the feeling of unrest 
and desire of motion which the sight and sound of 
running waters often produce in us. 

HYPERION. 



December 8 

In December ring 
Every day the chimes; 
Loud the gleemen sing 
In the streets their merry rhymes. 

A CHRISTMAS CAROL. 

Like a Goth of the Dark Ages, he consults his 
wife on all mighty matters, and looks upon her as a 
being of more than human goodness and wisdom. 

HYPERION. 



December 9 



It has been truly said by some wise man, 
That money, grief, and love cannot be hidden. 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 

Hours had passed away like minutes; and, before I 
was aware, 

Lo! the shadow of the belfry crossed the sun-illu- 
mined square. the belfry of bruges. 

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December \0 

He was glad to do a good deed in secret and yet 
so near heaven. hyperion. 

Else our lives are incomplete, 
Standing in these walls of Time, 

Broken stairways, where the feet 
Stumble as they seek to climb. 

THE BUILDERS. 



December M 



Oh, did we but know when we are happy! Could 
the restless, feverish, ambitious heart be still, but 
for a moment still, and yield itself, without one fur- 
ther-aspiring throb, to its enjoyment, then were I 
happy— yes, thrice happy! 

OUTRE-MER. 

There is something Faust-like in you. 

HYPERION. 



December t2 



thou sculptor, painter, poet! 

Take this lesson to thy heart: 
That is best which lieth nearest; 

Shape from that thy work of art. 

CASPAR BECERRA, 

His readers should be poets themselves, or they 
will hardly comprehend him. 



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December 13 — 

In this wondrous world wherein we live, which is 
the world of Nature, man has made to himself 
another world hardly less wondrous, which is the 
world of Art. hyperion. 

How often, 0, how often, 
In the days that had gone by, 

I had stood on that bridge at midnight 
And gazed on that wave and sky! 

THE BRIDGE. 



December t4 



Earth is but dust and heaven is light; I have pledged 

you to heaven. 
God of the universe, hear me! thou fountain of Love 

everlasting. 
Hark to the voice of thy servant! I send up my 

prayer to thy heaven! 
Let me hereafter not miss at thy throne one spirit 

of all these 
Whom thou hast given me here! I have loved them 

all like a father. 

THE CHILDREN OF THE LORD'S SUPPER. 



December J 5 



For a while there was a breathless silence in the 
church which to Flemming was more solemnly im- 
pressive than any audible prayer. 

HYPERION. 
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December 16 



To say the least, a town life makes one more tol- 
erant and liberal in one's judgment of others. One 
is not eternally wrapped up in self-contemplation, 
which, after all, is only a more holy kind of vanity. 

HYPERION. 



December \7 



Yet I fain would die! 
To go through life unloving and unloved; 
To feel that thirst and hunger of the soul 
We cannot still; that longing, that wild impulse 
And struggle after something we have not 
And cannot have; the effort to be strong. 
And, like the Spartan boy, to smile and smile 
While secret wounds do bleed beneath our cloaks; 
All this the dead feel not— the dead alone! 
Would I were with them! 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 



December t8 



Her figure was slight; her cDuntenance beautiful, 
though deadly white; and her meek eyes like the 
flower of the nightshade, pale and blue, but sending 
forth golden rays. 

HYPERION. 



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December 17 



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December i9 



We shall wake up and find that the frost-spirit 
has been at work all night building Gothic cathe- 
drals on our windows. 



HYPERION. 



December 20 



Winter is here in earnest! How the old churl 
whistles and threshes the snow! Sleet and rain are 
falling too. Already the trees are bearded with 
icicles; and the two broad branches of yonder, pine 
look like the white mustache of some old German 
baron. 

HYPERION. 



December 2\ 



Foolish boy! he has left me alone with my herds 
and my horses. 

Moody and restless grown, and tried and troubled, 
his spirit 

Could no longer endure the calm of this quiet exis- 
tence. 

Thinking ever of thee, uncertain and sorrowful ever. 

EVANGELINE, 
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December 22 

Cover the embers 

And put out the light; 
Toil comes with the morning, 

And rest with the night. 

Dark grow the windows, 
And quenched is the fire; 

Sound fades into silence— 
All footsteps retire. 

CURFEW. 



December 23 



All the pomp of earth had vanished. 
Falsehood and deceit were banished, 
Eeason spake more loud than passion. 
And the truth wore no disguise. 

THE NORMAN BARON. 



He only is utterly wretched who is the slave of 
his own passions or those of others. 

HYPERION. 



December 24 



And fast through the midnight dark and drear, 
Through the whistling sleet and snow, 

Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept 
Tow'rds the reef of Norman's Woe. 

THE WRECK OF THE " HESPERUS." 

" Why has Heaven given me these affections, only 
to fall and fade?" hyperion. 

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December 25 



(CHRISTMAS day) 

When Christ was born in Bethlehem, 
'Twas night, but seemed the noon of day; 
The stars, whose light 
Was pure and bright, 
Shone with unwavering ray; 
But one, one glorious star 
Guided the Eastern Magi from afar. 



December 26 



Filled is Life's goblet to the brim; 
And though my eyes with tears are dim, 
I see its sparkling bubbles swim. 
And chant a melancholy hymn 
With solemn voice and slow. 

THE GOBLET OF LIFE. 

He does not so much idealize as realize. He only 
copies nature. 

HYPERION. 

December 27 



Annie of Tharaw, my riches, my good. 
Thou, my soul, my flesh, and my blood! 

Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come 

snow. 
We will stand by each other, however it blow. 

ANNIE OF THARAW. 
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December 28 



It is truly a wondrous winter! what summer sun- 
shine! what soft Venetian fogs! How the wanton, 
treacherous air coquets with the old graybeard 
trees! Such weather makes the grass and our 
beards grow apace! 



HYPERION. 



December 29 



Southward with fleet of ice 

Sailed the corsair Death; 
Wild and fast blew the blast, 

And the east wind was his breath. 

Alas! the land-wind failed, 
And ice-cold grew the night; 

And nevermore, on sea or shore. 
Should Sir Humphrey see the light. 

SIR HUMPHREY GILBERT. 



December 30 



Good-night! Good-night, beloved! 

I come to watch o'er thee! 
To be near thee— to be near thee 

Alone is peace for me. 

THE SPANISH STUDENT. 

What forms of strength and beauty! what glori- 
ous creations of the human mind! 

HYPERION. 



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December 3t 



Winter giveth the fields and the trees, so old, 

Their beards of icicles and snow; 
And the rain, it raineth so fast and cold. 

We must cower over the embers low; 
And, snugly housed from the wind and weather. 
Mope like birds that are changing feather. 
But the storm retires and the sky grows clear 

When thy merry step draws near. 

Winter maketh the sun in the gloomy sky 
Wrap him round with a mantle of cloud; 
But, Heaven be praised, thy step is nigh; 

Thou tearest away the mournful shroud, 
And the earth looks bright, and Winter surly. 
Who has toiled for naught both late and early, 
Is banished afar by the new-born year, 
When thy merry step draws near. 



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